My experience with Western medicine more times than not left me feeling unheard and the same as when I walked in the door leaving with nothing but a canned response. It wasn't until I finally had the courage to ask for help for my emotional health from my MD, who immediately wanted to prescribe medication, I realized something was missing. Something BIG.

My childhood and adolescent traumas had officially carried into my adulthood (that's a whole 'nother blog post- I'll spare you this time). Years of living with anxiety had finally taken over paving the road of harboring guilt and lack of self worth well into my twenties. I was feeling overwhelmed and unsure how to deal with these issues, let alone where the hell to start.

To my advantage, I grew up with a very open and supportive family where holistic living was prevalent. My father being a manufacturing business owner turned yoga therapist/meditation enthusiast and my mother who took her health into her own hands via au naturale lifestyle. My mothers holistic health practitioner recommended I see a colleague of hers who practiced healing touch and guided imagery. I pondered the idea for a few weeks... unsure whether I was ready to be vulnerable and actually face my own stuff. SCARY. All I knew was, something needed to change.

My first experience with self healing was unlike any other. The practitioner was warm and welcoming. She was compassionate. She listened to me. She asked me questions. She was patient. I felt safe. She provided a space I felt comfortable being raw and open in. And though I had been to traditional therapy throughout my life, this was different- we were going to do something about everything we just talked about. She then asked me what MY INTENTION was. What I WANTED. And that her role was to help guide and support ME during the process.

I left feeling so peaceful and relaxed. A feeling I couldn't remember the last time I felt. Lighter. I could breathe. My thoughts were calm. Feeling completely different than when I walked in the door. Over several sessions I was able to work through emotions I had never processed that were showing up physically in my body, setting myself free. I am learning self healing is ongoing. It will never stop, and I continue to deepen that journey. Working on myself and receiving sessions from other practitioners, I am reminded to trust I heal in my own time and own way. New things come up, lingering stuff surfaces; some feels good, some are more difficult to work through. Yet, the energy knows what I am ready for and when.

I am exactly where I am supposed to be.

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