Becoming un-hole-y

Have you ever felt like there was a giant gaping hole in your life? For me, I can feel a giant gaping hole in my chest when I experience loss.

When my dad passed away, I felt a giant gaping hole in my life.

When my best buddy and precious pet, Huck passed away, I felt a giant gaping hole in my home.

This happens.

Grief, divorce, sexual assault, and loss, all create holes.

When this happens, we are presented with the choice of how we will fill said holes.

If you, like me, have lived a life of filling these painful holes in your life with drugs and alcohol, you know what I mean when I say the holes just became deeper.

When I began to heal, I had to uproot the pain that was living inside of me. With each processed wound, a new hole was left. Gaping again, vulnerable, and wildly uncomfortable.

I chose to begin filling these holes with things that brought me joy, peace, and pleasure.

While I’m not yet whole again, I am no longer hole-y either.

This is the service I now offer to the women choosing to work with me.

Together, we uproot the planted pain in your body and in your mind. In the holes, we plant new seeds of all things that bring you joy, peace, and pleasure.

Aren’t you curious about the possibility of healing? Of becoming unhole-y?