

My Story
I know what it’s like to feel disconnected from your body...
I didn’t become regulated on purpose. I became regulated because I had to.
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My healing didn’t start with therapy or journaling. It started the day I got a text — a photo — of the man I thought loved me, wrapped around someone else. Smiling like I never existed. I was holding a glass of rosé in the heat, jazz playing low, and I didn’t cry. I just exhaled.
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And later? I ended up in a hospital bed with a broken leg, learning the hard way that I couldn’t keep doing it all alone. That I needed people. That I had needs.
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I stopped chasing validation. I started chasing truth. I befriended my inner critic. I learned to feel safe again — inside my own body.
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Now? I don’t perform peace. I don’t fix. I hold.
And I help other women come home to themselves, too.
WITH SO MUCH LOVE
Christine

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