05/06/2026
I have been the woman on the table.
The one who came in saying I’m fine while something in her chest was quietly collapsing.
The one who needed someone to stay in the room while it got tender. While it got real.
That is the practitioner I became.
Every space I hold carries that knowing. The knowing of what it feels like to need someone to be steady when you are not. To need someone who will not flinch at what arises. Who will not rush the tender parts.
You are safe to arrive here as you are.
Unfinished. Unravelling. Uncertain.