Lea Morrison

05/11/2026

The oldest is almost an adult and I still yelled “keep your hands to yourself” tonight. One of them still bit the other one’s head.

Motherhood doesn’t graduate. You don’t age out of the chaos, it just gets bigger shoes. (And eats more than 3 grown men at one time)

There was a season of don’t lick that, don’t touch that, keep your hands to yourself. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I legit thought I’d leave that behind as they got older.

Reader, I did not leave that behind.

But here’s what nobody warns you about: you will love someone so completely that you would set the world on fire to protect them. Even when they’re biting each other.

Especially then.

And just when you think you can’t take any more of the goodness that is parenting, your 11 year old writes you a poem. Draws a coffee cup on the card. And writes, in letters just small enough that his teacher wouldn’t notice:

“butiful f***n day.” 😂

My kid knows I appreciate a good curse word at the right time … and he delivered. 😂😂

It’s the most motherhood thing that’s ever happened to me.

If not for me, for them. I’d set the world on fire. 🔥

Happy Mother’s Day to every mom having a butiful f***n day. 💜

05/08/2026

Yes, this carousel was aggressively long. I had THOUGHTS.

Which slide punched you directly in the psyche?

05/05/2026

I don’t want to sit across from someone seeking support for myself if all they’ve learned about life is through a textbook.

No.

I want the grit and the humanness for myself, so why would I not share that part of me - for you?

This life is HARD and so meaningful when met with the right support.

And every single bit of my life is WHY I can sit across from you - and actually, genuinely, (sometimes unfortunately) … get it.

I’ve sat on both sides of the room.

05/03/2026

May 02, 1980. I’m 46 years old today, and honestly, I can’t say the last year was great. The last few months leading up to this birthday nearly broke me and tested every inch of my resilience and strength.

But one thing I have learned about myself and my life, is that every minute I have fought for it, has been worth every minute lived.

Every minute lived.

Also, I’m a true Ta**us and stubborn A.F. Don’t tell me what to do. Just feed me, pamper me, and show me pretty things. 😂

I don’t know if I’ll ever get it - this crazy, beautiful, terrifying, maddening, hilarious, loving life I have been given. But do we ever? I mean … what a time to be alive!

All I know for sure is that I’m loved. That I am surrounded in love & the people who know me, ride with me.

And that right there, is life.

Happy Birthday to me 🥰
Ps- what age do I officially become an “Elder”? (Asking for a friend 😉)

04/27/2026

I’ve been thinking about rage this week. Not as a problem to solve or a stage to pass through, but as the most unmediated, unmanaged, uncoached response a survivor’s body can have.

It arrives before the editing begins.

Before the mind starts negotiating with itself about what is appropriate to feel. Before the world rushes in with its opinions about how long grief should last and what forgiveness is supposed to look like. Before the wellness framework tells you that this much feeling means you need to regulate.

Rage arrives first. And it arrives telling the truth.

Every other feeling a survivor carries has usually been shaped by something external. Guilt shaped by self blame. Shame shaped by stigma. Even sadness gets more room than anger because it’s quieter and easier for everyone else to be around.

But rage is the one feeling that is hardest to perform and hardest to be talked into. When it’s there, it’s there because something in you still knows, without negotiation, that what happened was wrong.

That knowing is worth something.
More than something.

I wrote about this week’s CNN story, about survivor rage, and about what the wellness world got fundamentally wrong.

Link in bio.
💌 If this landed, send it to someone who needs it.

04/22/2026

Someone always had it worse. We know. 🙄 We have been told our whole lives.

And somehow that became the reason to shut up, push through and be grateful instead of actually dealing with what happened in our bodies.

That is not perspective. That is a silencing technique with a kinder name.

Your nervous system does not give a damn about the comparison. It does not rank your experiences against someone else’s before deciding whether to respond. It just responds.

So the next time you catch yourself saying “I shouldn’t feel this way because at least I (they) didn’t ________ ” stop.

🛑 Full stop.

Your pain does not need a permission slip. It does not need to be the worst story in the room to be real. It does not need to be validated by someone who had it harder before you’re allowed to heal from it.

It just needs to be yours.
And it is.

04/20/2026

I write about my own history in my work, but not often the details. This week I wrote about rage - what it actually means in a survivor's nervous system, and what this industry gets wrong about it.

It's personal. It's professional. And it's been sitting in my chest since the CNN story broke a few days ago.

If you've ever been told your anger means you're unhealed, this one is for you.

The wellness world told survivors to breathe, forgive, and release. A trauma counsellor and survivor explains why your rage is not the problem.

04/20/2026

Statistically, I should be dead.

I scored a 9 on the childhood ACEs scale. The scale goes to 10. I’m not telling you that because the number matters, I’m telling you because for a long time that score felt like a verdict.

It isn’t one.

What I have is a body that’s been through it, a counselling degree I graduated from with honours, and years of teaching trauma & stress education to people who’d rather understand themselves than be handed a label and sent home.

I teach from the inside out. Not from behind a desk. Not from a place of “I used to struggle but now I’ve arrived.” (Do we ever?!)

Just someone who’s lived a lot, studied the rest, and got tired of watching people be managed instead of informed.

No toxic positivity. No pretending healing looks the same for everyone or that it’s ever really finished.

Honest. Useful. Sometimes uncomfortable.

I have things to say.
Glad you’re here.

03/19/2026

5 years ago today we had our first date and every day since has been better than the last. I don’t know why or how I got so lucky to laugh and live life with you, but I thank God for you everyday.

Happy Anniversary my love 🥰

03/02/2026

On Friday, we’re screening The M Factor documentary in Kelowna, a powerful film exposing how women’s midlife health has been overlooked, minimized, and under-researched for decades.

I have the honour of joining the panel as the mental health voice in the room, bringing a trauma-informed counselling and nervous system lens to a conversation that has been far too medically siloed for far too long.

I’ll be alongside an incredible group of practitioners working in this field:
nd ,Naturopathic Physician
Hannal Lintell, Clinical Pharmacist
, Functional Medicine Diagnostic Nutritionist and Medical Exercise Specialist

Why this conversation matters:

• 35.6 percent of women worldwide in perimenopause or post-menopause experience depression
• Up to 70 percent report significant psychological symptoms such as anxiety, irritability, and mood instability
• As many as two-thirds experience cognitive changes often described as “brain fog”

This is not just about hot flashes. It is about brain chemistry, nervous system regulation, identity shifts, and mental health.

For generations, women have been told to push through, handed antidepressants without hormone conversations, or reassured that it is just stress. Meanwhile, fluctuating estrogen and progesterone directly influence serotonin, dopamine, sleep, and stress response.

Menopause is a whole-woman transition. It deserves a whole-system conversation.

If you are navigating perimenopause or menopause, or you support women who are, I would love to see you there.

Friday, March 6th at 6:00 pm
1050 Frost Road, Kelowna BC
Tickets: $34.94

Hosted in partnership with Ivy Health Clinic and Shoppers Drug Mart.