My own healing journey began in the aftermath of sexual trauma. A journey that shaped me in ways that were confusing, painful, and at times impossible to put into words.

For many years, I learned how to function, how to appear fine, and how to keep going, even when my body was holding something very different beneath the surface.

I searched for spaces that felt truly safe. That didn’t want to fix me or needed me to tell my story, and respected my pace, my boundaries, and my nervous system.

I found very few.

But slowly, over time, I found my body. As something that remembers, protects, and communicates in its own language.

Through somatic work, movement, nature, art, and creative expression, I began to understand how healing can happen without force. How dignity, choice, and gentleness are not luxuries, but necessities, especially after trauma.