My healing journey

My healing journey.

Sometimes you don’t realize you are on a journey until you are half-way there.

This is my story of how I became a healer, a BodyTalk practitioner, and a specialist in Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD.

Full moon over the meadow, outside the Stanley Mitchell hut.

I was enjoying my life, the calm and uneventful way it was unfolding.

Was I really? I don’t know anymore.

At first I was pretty upset with what happened, at how my life got ripped apart without my consent. Now that I look back, I knew this needed to happen. I am here to be an energy healer. As an Aries, the subtle hints I was receiving were not enough, so the universe took a big old 2×4 and knocked me on the head.

This is not a journey of sadness. While I do expose my vulnerable underbelly (something I do NOT do readily), it is to help others have hope. When you have hope, you have the courage to attempt change. I hoped. I found my courage. Now I’m going forth with humble confidence. Please join me.

Part I – The River

A beautiful summer day on a river turned tragic. Numerous people were affected by this incident, and my heart goes out to them all.

Part II – The Movie 

The never-ending ‘movie’ was the start of my PTSD symptoms, but not the end. Ride along as I describe what it was like to live with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Part III – My Recovery

Yes, I did find help. Yeah! Finally. Thankfully. But this is not the end of my story.

Part IV – Full Circle

Read how I have come full circle, and the remarkable moment when I knew I was meant to be a healer.

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