Storytime

Maybe this sounds familiar…

He walks in like answers to questions you didn’t know you were asking, filling voids you didn’t know you had.
The connection is almost instant.
Talks go deep fast—like you’ve known him forever, and gestures so over-the-top you start wondering if you accidentally wandered into a Netflix original.

It feels a little too good to be true - almost magical - but you don’t question it (because you have to admit… you kind of like Netflix originals) until…

… the shift.

It’s sort of subtle at first…

A joke that doesn’t feel funny. A sudden mood change that makes you start to tread carefully. Moments that make you question your own memory and judgment. Compliments turn into critiques. Betrayals discovered and met with more lies to sift through… and your pain over it - irrelevant. Your needs become a burden, your body doesn’t feel like yours, and your boundaries start slowly dissolving until one day you wake up and don’t even feel like you anymore.

And you learn the unspoken rule… Don’t rock the boat.

You start walking on eggshells in your own life. You doubt your memory, your instincts, your sanity. You live in a constant state of confusion, fear, and emotional whiplash.

And here’s the wild part—you know better.

You’ve read the books. You’ve watched the videos. You’ve seen the red flags. You’ve probably helped other people through their messes.

But when it’s you? It’s different.

You wonder:
How did I fall for this? How did I fall for this… again?
Why didn’t I see it coming?
Shouldn’t I be stronger than this?

Eventually, you get out. One way or another. Maybe slowly. Maybe in a whirlwind. But then comes the wreckage… almost like an aftershock: anxiety, self-doubt, sleepless nights, physical symptoms that make you feel like you're aging in dog years. You slap a smile on your face and power through like everything’s fine, but on the inside you're slowly fading into someone you barely recognize.

And then, one day—maybe sitting across from your therapist, or staring at the ceiling in bed, or crying in your car wondering why you’re still feeling like you’re running a marathon in flip flops carrying a big weighted blanket—you say: “Can someone please just give me some kind of manual that tells me what to do?”

But there is no manual.

So you start searching for something—anything—that will help you feel like you again.

You try the journaling. You meditate.
You do the therapy, listen to podcasts, read the books, follow the Instagram people, save the quotes, light the candles, and maybe even buy the crystals.

And while some of it helps, it’s like trying to patch a sinking boat with a roll of tape. You’re still not quite yourself, feeling distracted, tired but unable to sleep, worried that you made someone at work mad, forgetting if you paid that bill thinking, “Shouldn’t I be feeling better by now?”

Soooo…. Hi. That was me.

Deep in the mess. Feeling all the feelings. Trying it all. Doing anything and everything to help me get back to feeling like me. All while trying to hide from the embarrassment that I was in this situation (again) because I am a therapist… yeah… I literally get paid to help people recognize red flags, unhealthy relationships patterns and people who are not good for them.

(Can we take a moment to appreciate the cosmic irony here? Ugh.)

Through it all, I did everything I could to stay present.
I showed up for my kids.
I poured into my clients.
I laughed with my friends and did my best to hold onto the real me.

But even though I was out there smiling and doing all the “I’m fine!” things, underneath it all… there was a different story.
A low-grade worry, a sadness I didn’t quite understand, a constant sense of being unsettled. A restlessness that made me want to rearrange my furniture at 10pm just to feel something shift.

I knew deep down there had to be more.

But I had no clue how to get there—and because of my experiences, no real belief that I could do it.

So I just played it safe. Stayed small.
Avoided conflict by not standing up for myself or taking steps towards bigger things.
I kept my head down, my opinions to myself and just tried not to mess anything up.

Looking back, I see it so clearly now.That was my version of survival mode and as much as it helped me get through, it also kept me from fully living the life I so deeply wanted and asking my own therapist if she had the manual to get me there. (Spoiler: She didn’t).

So… since the manual didn’t exist, I created one.

One that helped me to get on the other side of just surviving and start living a life I once let others have power over. A life so peaceful and full of joy and abundance, I sometimes look around and think, "Whose Pinterest board did I wake up in?"

From crying in the shower to crying over the way my plants are thriving.
From googling “How to heal from toxic relationships” at 2am to googling “Best candles, throw blankets and fuzzy socks for cozy fall mornings.” Doing things I never thought I would do like starting two businesses from scratch, surprising myself with the kind of income that makes me double-check my bank account sometimes because I’m still not used to being able to buy the fancy ice cream without guilt.

And living joyfully single which is my personal happily-ever-after.

If that sounds like a dream—good.
Because it is—and you deserve one too.

Her Courageous Heart is more than a program—it’s a powerful, personalized guide made just for you.

For the woman who’s tired of feeling stuck, small, and like she’s living a life that doesn’t reflect her worth.
The one who’s ready to heal the wounds of toxic relationships, reclaim her power, and feel confident and at peace in her life—more than she ever imagined possible.

This is for you if you’re done letting your past define your worth, your future, or your sense of self.
You’re ready to feel grounded in your truth and create a life that’s not just better—but beautifully, authentically yours.

So you can finally feel peace in your heart, confidence in your soul, and build a future filled with joy, freedom, and abundance—the kind of life that feels like exhaling after holding your breath for too long—where peace, confidence, and abundance are no longer just dreams… they’re your new normal.

This is your fresh start.
You don’t have to wait anymore.
This is your time, beautiful soul.

Let’s do this—together.
Because you are meant for more—and I’m here to walk with you every step of the way.

With all my heart,

Missy