The Messy Side

When we think of doing the work on ourselves, it’s easy to picture candle-lit rooms, essential oils in the air, and a perfectly calm version of ourselves finally “getting it all together.” But here’s the truth I want to share with you today: doing the work isn’t always pretty. And that’s not just okay it’s part of the process.

Sometimes it looks like puffy eyes after a deep cry.
Sometimes it sounds like silence because you’ve got nothing left to give that day.
Sometimes it feels like confusion, resistance, or even frustration.

In a world obsessed with perfection, it asks us to be real.
To unravel.
To feel what we’ve tucked away.
To meet the parts of ourselves we’ve ignored, hidden, or judged.

As a practitioner, I hold space not just for your “breakthroughs,” but also your breakdowns. Because often, that’s where the magic lives — in the raw, real, untamed emotions we’ve been conditioned to suppress.

I’ve watched women come into my clinic feeling like they’re “failing” at it because it doesn’t feel graceful. But it isn’t a performance. It’s a return to your truth, to your body, to the parts of you that got left behind.

Here’s the reframe I want to offer you:

Messy doesn’t mean broken.

Feeling doesn’t mean failing.

You don’t have to be polished to be powerful.

In my clinic, there’s space for it all your tears, your laughter, your numbness, your joy, your rage, your doubt. You don’t have to filter anything here. That’s what makes the work real. That’s what makes it transformational.

So the next time you find yourself deep in the swirl of emotions or wondering if you’re “doing it right,” please remember: the mess is not the end it’s the invitation.

To meet yourself.
To soften.
To rise, slowly but truthfully.

If this speaks to something you’ve been feeling, my door is open. Come as you are — the real you is always welcome here.