healing journey

100% More than Last Year

I am 100% more grounded than I was a year ago. And I still have days where I can’t quite settle.

I am 100% more in touch with my grief than I was a year ago. Yet I still find ways to ignore and numb my pain.

I am 100% more loving - to others and myself - than I was a year ago. But some part of me still chooses subtle abuse as a means of motivation. 

Healing is not linear. 

I know you’ve heard that before. But can you let it really sink in? 

Healing, like life, ebbs and flows. Sometimes it feels like you take two steps forward and one step back. In the really challenging times, maybe it’s even one step forward and two steps back.

But, sweet sensitive soul — 

The goal of healing is not to achieve perfection. 

The goal of healing is not to avoid ever being activated again.

The goal of healing is to learn... and unlearn. 

The goal of healing is to fall back into old patterns. Then recognize those reactions sooner to their origin, not years, months, or weeks later. 

The goal of healing is to show an immense capacity of love for your younger parts that have been trying to protect you all these years. 

The goal of healing is to live again. To know that you will be triggered by someone you love or a stranger on the street. And now, you know that you have richer resourcing and compassion to keep showing up for your life. 

Would you please take some time to journal, think, or create art about the ways in which you are 100% more [blank] than last year?

More confident. More calm. More angry. More uncertain. More connected. More artistic. More overwhelmed. Embrace it all.

I know it may not always feel like progress is being made, sweet soul… but, I promise it is.

You are 100% more healed than you were a year ago. And that is worth celebrating!

R. A. P. E.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
i’d like to share
a poem with you

R. 

A. 

P. 

E.

 
Rape.
i know
just the word conjures
bile in throat
quickening of heart
sweat in palms

R.

A.

P.

E.


Rape.
Sexual assault.
Molestation.
Words matter.
Say it aloud.
Share your story.
Release your shame.

R.

A.

P.

E.


Rape.
it is not your fault
+ no you didn’t have to 
fight harder
or say no louder 
or again

R.

A.

P.

E.


Rape.
it doesn’t matter what you were 
wearing
how drunk you were
or if you fucked before 

R.

A.

P.

E.

Rape
This does not define you
You will heal from this
I promise
YOU WILL HEAL


“R. A. P. E.” 4/21/23

Texts I'll Never Send

I miss us
And I miss you 
I hate that you don’t feel it too

do you think about me?
I often dream of you 
more than I care to admit to

I’m sorry for the things
I did + didn’t do 
for all the things I put you through

bricks on chest
the vision of her where I should have been
me asleep alone once again

heart broken, ashamed 
too many decisions already made
and I can’t help but regret mine most of the day

but these are the texts I’ll never send 
the things I’ll never say 
not to your face anyway 

“Texts I’ll Never Send”
July 2023

Resistance vs. Self-Trust

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about resistance (toward a new thing) versus knowing when something just is not for you.

I hate running. Or at least I *think* I hate running because I’m “bad” at it. 

Back in September, my husband and I started “training” for an October 5k. Spoiler alert! The training didn’t last long and we didn’t participate in the race! LOL

BUT I gave it the good ole college try… well, sort of. For two weeks, I ran. Three times each week, I followed the Couch to 5K App. (For those unfamiliar, the app uses interval training - AKA walk 2 min, run 1 min, walk 2, run 1 - over the course of several weeks so you can build up endurance to run a 5K.) Yet, every time the app would ding to start a running interval, I was filled with a fiery rage.

“Who does this?” 

“Why did I sign up for this?” 

“What if I get injured?” 

“It’s kind of fun … I almost get it.” 

“No, this is absolutely terrible and painful.” 

All thoughts I had in one 60-second interval of running. 

Resistance rears its ugly head when we know we need to work on a project but we procrastinate or when we have an amazing creative endeavor but no follow-through. According to Brianna West, in her book “The Mountain is You” about overcoming self-sabotage, “we often feel resistance in the face of what’s going right in our lives.” She goes on to explain that we are wired for comfort and safety, not happiness or thriving. 

Brianna’s solution to resistance is ensuring that you feel “safe enough to get attached to something new and important”. In infuriating duality fashion, however, she also warns that resistance may be a sign that something just is not right for us… 

So that was my dilemma. 

Do I simply not like running because that’s the story I’ve told myself since the beginning of time? (Resistance) “I’m not a runner!” / “Running is too hard on the body.” 

If I could learn to work with my resistance though, could running be a gateway to a new and enjoyable hobby once I get past the initial growing pains associated with it? 

Or do I not like running because deep down I *know* it’s just not really the ideal form of exercise for me and my body? (Trusting my intuition)

Maybe it’s both.

At the start of November, I decided to give another go at running. This time, however, I approached it differently. I scaled waaaay back - from running three times a week to one. Every Monday, I promised myself I would show up and run. No app to follow, no distance requirement to meet, no time to beat. Just simply show up and run.

And let me tell you - it’s been a game changer. 

Because for me, running isn’t about getting my body to be a certain shape. Or to run in races or beat any kind of record. Running is about encouraging myself to try something new, something hard, and quite frankly, something a little scary.

Will I be competing in marathons any time soon? Hard pass. 

Do I enjoy heading out the door every Monday and seeing what my body can do? Hell yea! 

Are there other ways to teeter on the edge of resistance and growth - to try something else instead of running? Of course.

I can face resistance like our culture teaches us to. I can grit my teeth and push myself beyond my limits. But is that loving? No. Is that really sustainable for me long-term? No. 

I’m also veryyyyy pro joyful movement and if you can’t find the joy in something, 10/10 do not do it. 

Showing up once a week to run allows me to play with my resistance (to running, to routine, to structure, amongst other things). I get to practice focusing on the “good” of running: the health benefits; the satisfaction of completing something difficult; showing up when I don’t want to. Rather than dreading each run, I get to show up curiously.

I get to decide if running is enjoyable or not. I can focus on negative thoughts - about my form, how slow I am, how fat I feel. Or I can lift myself up with each and every step. I am strong. I show up for myself. I am showing my body love today. 

Currently, I sometimes meet my Monday run with a little resistance. But I don’t have some deep inner knowing that running in inherently bad for me. I’m still learning lessons in it and I usually feel pretty amped up after I finish a jog. 

I also know to continue to check in with myself and be aware of the intuitive nudge that lets me know - “hey maybe this isn’t the most loving version of movement for us right now”. And then it’s time for a shift. 

Where do you face resistance? In building a new habit? In setting boundaries around your work schedule? Saving money? Cooking more? I wanna know! 

Are you able to identify resistance - standing in your own way of something great - versus fully knowing and trusting your gut when something just is not meant to be?

How do you handle the dueling dilemma of resistance versus listening to your intuition? 

Escape Being

early morning light creeps in

I resist the start of a new day

I want to stay trapped in my dreams

where fantasies are facts 

+ fear is fiction

where pain doesn’t 

soak into my bones

+ anxiety can’t 

touch my heart

facing another day means

experiencing 

humanness 

+ the mess of it all

meeting my doubts + insecurities

with arms held open in love

making space for every single

emotion that spikes in the day

in dreams

I escape reality

in reality

I escape [human] being

“Escape Being”
11/3/22 

We Need Your Healing

We Need Your Healing
I recorded this in 5 parts for Instagram. You can watch them here:
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

I hope you arrive at the point of your healing journey where you stop just surviving and you begin to thrive. When you finally recognize that your nervous system is settled and you find an extreme amount of gratitude for being exactly where you are meant to be in your life. 

I hope you embody the art and beauty of slowing down. I hope you spend more days under the sun - simply basking in her light with no other agenda than to be. To be still. To be quiet. To be whole. To be fulfilled and utterly astonished that THIS is your one precious life. 

I hope you learn that your trauma need not define you. That your past mistakes and regrets no longer manufacture your entire personality. I hope you lean into the growth that you are destined for in this lifetime. 

I hope you soften and alchemize your pain and survival tactics into healing gifts. I hope you create art and shift the way we view the world.

As you arrive, embody, learn, soften - I hope you open your heart. To the love that you’ve been searching for. To the love that you are so deeply deserving of. 

I hope you arrive at the point of your healing journey where you stop just surviving and you begin to thrive. Because WE. NEED. YOUR. HEALING.