THE PLACE IN BETWEEN

When What Once Lit You Up... Doesn’t Anymore.

The Ache You Can’t Unfeel

There is a hauntingly beautiful, breathless space that few talk about—
a space so quiet it’s deafening, so tender it can split you wide open.
A space where something inside you starts to ache—not from failure,
but from the truth that you can no longer unknow.

It’s the space in between.

The in-between of a life you once loved—
a path you poured yourself into, a mission that once lit up every cell in your body,
a career, a calling, a container that felt like home—
and the uncertain, unformed becoming of something new that hasn’t quite arrived.

When Passion Becomes Performance

One day, you find yourself staring at the thing you once dreamed of…
and instead of feeling proud, or excited, or fulfilled—
you feel… tired.

Exhausted, even.

Like your heart no longer lives inside the walls of what you’ve built.
You keep showing up.
You keep saying the words.
You keep doing the thing you’re so good at—
but inside, you feel like you're slowly disappearing.

You don’t recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.
You feel distant from your own fire.

And a whisper begins to rise—
“This isn’t it anymore.”

You try to shake it off.
But it gets louder.
And suddenly, everything starts to feel off.

Welcome to the Sacred Tunnel

You’re not in crisis.
You’re in the cocoon.
In the in-between.
Where one version of you is dissolving—
and the next hasn’t yet taken form.

This isn’t burnout.
This isn’t failure.
This is the sacred threshold of transformation.

Pivot… or Burn It Down

Sometimes, this space calls for a gentle pivot—
a soft redirection into something closer to your soul.
But other times?

It’s a burn-it-to-the-ground moment.
A holy unbuilding.
A sacred funeral for what no longer serves.
For the identity, the role, the version of you
that once helped you survive—
but now holds you back from fully living.

You might find yourself mourning something you’re still technically inside of.
You might feel the grief of letting go before you even know what’s coming next.

And you might try to hold on just a little longer,
because you’ve always figured it out, and you should be grateful.

But what if the grief is sacred?
What if the ache is holy?
What if the emptiness is not something to fix—
but a space being cleared so your soul can return to the center?

This Is the Work I Do

I know this place.
Not from textbooks or certifications—
but from the crumbling of my own carefully constructed identities.
From the long nights of wondering if I was broken,
when really… I was breaking open.

And now—this is the work I do.

I walk with beings—women and men—through this very threshold.
The tunnel.
The unraveling.
The space where the truth finally gets to breathe.

I guide high-performing souls—those who’ve carried too much for too long,
who’ve learned to be strong, capable, hyper-responsible—
and are now craving something deeper. Something real. Something that doesn’t require a mask.

We move through the breath.
Through the nervous system.
Through the somatic layers where survival has taken root.
Through remembrance.

Not to fix.
Not to push.
But to return.
To come home to the self that was always underneath.

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