Eventually, I became a pelvic physical therapist and, without realizing it, spent years helping women heal the very feelings I hadn’t faced in myself. I met countless women who, like me, carried stories and sensations they had never spoken aloud and were subconsciously trying to heal through seeking help for their physical pain or pelvic issues.

I knew I wasn’t doing the deeper work I was meant to do. I felt it every day — a mismatch between what women needed and what the medical model allowed space for — that came out as rage again my job and the medical system. Then came an unexpected pregnancy at the height of my burnout. The pregnancy release that followed became an unmistakable message: something in my life had to shift.

I left my job while doing deeper healing work around what I’d been through and began working with women online, supporting them as they processed the painful, formative moments of their lives—finding a sense of resolution they hadn’t found elsewhere.

Before I gave birth to my daughter, I experienced a missed miscarriage at thirteen weeks. That loss brought up a grief I had never known, pushed me to the edge of my sense of self-worth, and highlighted how much I had been seeking outside validation. The release of that pregnancy felt like a birth in itself. I discovered breathwork at this time that allowed me to unravel the painful layers of miscarriage. And yet, the experience of my miscarriage still showed up in my next pregnancy.