For years, I forgot how to want things for myself. The muscle had gone quiet from disuse. Then one afternoon, in a quiet house, I asked the most radical question I know.
I've heard 'I don't have time for my dreams' more times than I can count. So I ask clients to say it differently — and what happens next changes everything.
Some days I make progress. Some days old patterns return. Some days I choose differently — and other days I catch myself repeating what I've always done. This is what healing actually looks like.
