There is a moment in every extraordinary life where the story splits in two. Before. And after. For the woman sitting across from me, that moment arrived not with a whisper but with the sound of a motorcycle meeting asphalt at speed — and a kid who turned in front of them and lied about it.
She walked away from that accident eventually. With a walker. One house at a time. With hands that couldn't make fists. With thirteen broken bones knitting themselves back together inside a body that had never been more plant-based, more nourished, more deliberately alive.
She also walked away with something the doctors hadn't prescribed. A clarity. A philosophy. A reason. And a name for the program she is building for every woman who has ever felt like her body was foreign territory — like the wellness industry was screaming at her in a language she didn't speak — like the answer had to exist somewhere in the stillness, if only someone would show her how to find it.
She calls it The Space Between. And she is only just beginning.
"I'm giving you permission to exhale. To breathe in and breathe out — and to find, in that space between those breaths, acceptance, gratitude, and self-love."Wholistically FabuLIS — Cover Story
I was always the black sheep in my family. I grew up with different thoughts about the world — a heavier sense of intuition, maybe clairvoyancy. I just saw things differently than other people. Always scared of outcomes instead of staying present. Always having my mind reaching to the darkest corners. I went through eating disorders in high school. I felt more in control when I wasn't feeding my body. Then there were relationships where I lost my real identity — just morphed into who they were. A marriage. A beautiful daughter. A horrific divorce. And then the accident.
Thirteen broken bones. Nerve damage so severe my hands couldn't make fists. My fiancé was sedated and ventilated for two weeks — fighting for his life — and was in the hospital for three months, learning to walk again. My parents came to take care of me. My nine-year-old daughter was helping to shower me. I was thrown into menopause overnight. Everything happened at once, and I couldn't really move through any of it because I was in pure survival mode.
What strikes me as she tells this story is not the weight of it — though the weight is immense — but the steadiness in her voice. This is not a woman performing resilience. This is a woman who has been so thoroughly inside the fire that she no longer flinches describing it. That steadiness is, itself, the product she is selling. Not a formula. Not a protocol. A frequency.
I want them to understand that the body knows. When you stop overriding it — when you stop feeding it things it doesn't recognize, when you stop drowning out its signals with substances — it will do what it was designed to do. My body healed because I gave it what it needed and I had the will to keep going. My dad would tell me every day: we're going to walk to the corner, and then we're going to add one house at a time. I was using a walker I couldn't even lift over sidewalk cracks. But I kept going. That is what I want to teach women. Not what I ate. The will. The relationship with the body underneath all of it.
"The issues get stuck in the tissues. The work is giving your body permission to release what your mind couldn't."Wholistically FabuLIS — On Somatic Healing
When I ask her to describe her ideal client, she doesn't reach for a demographic. She reaches for a feeling — and she describes it with the precision of someone who has lived inside it.
She's the woman who wants to feel at home in her body and feels like she keeps listening to all these people telling her what to do — and nothing feels aligned. She craves more stillness. She feels her body wants more rest. She's been through a lot: work stress, marriage, kids, maybe loss, maybe illness. She just wants to feel seen and heard and be allowed to slow down and honor this time in her life. She's not looking for another protocol. She's looking for permission to stop pushing.
The Space Between is not a call to optimize. It's an invitation to stop. To meet yourself where you actually are.Wholistically FabuLIS — Cover Story
That she can take every situation that happened to her and turn it from "it happened to me" into "it happened for me." I know that is possible because I lived it. I know that if she has the will — even just the will to walk to the corner and add one house at a time — she will get to where she wants to be. What she knows by the end that she didn't know before is what freedom feels like inside her own mind. To trust herself. To stop listening to things that don't feel right to her. To love herself enough — finally — to take care of herself first.
Near the end of our conversation, I ask her what she would have wanted to know when she needed it most. She goes quiet for a moment. Then:
I would want her to know that healing isn't linear. That everything is going to be okay. That support looks different for everybody — you might not find it in a lot of people. You might find it in something you saw on the internet, or a friend, or the way your daughter hugged you. I would want her to know that everything that seems so disastrous and stressful — everything that is putting her in a place of lack and scarcity and distress — those are her biggest strengths being revealed. The universe is not placing anything in her lap that she cannot handle. It is for a reason. Lean in. Own it. Do not waste any more time living as anything other than who you actually are. The only person who needs to accept your path is you.
"To the woman reading this who feels exhausted, inflamed, isolated, and like she is spiraling downward — I am giving you permission to exhale. To breathe in and breathe out. And to find, in the space between those breaths, acceptance, gratitude, and self-love. You deserve to feel at home in your body. You deserve to know your worth. And it is absolutely, completely, undeniably possible."