Rewild Therapy and Wellness

05/19/2026

The end of treatment wasn’t the beginning of my healing journey.

It was the beginning of a profound identity reckoning.

Breast cancer became a transformational crisis.

And ultimately, a reconstruction.

05/06/2026

Reconstructed has sold 100 copies!

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Thank you, and so much love!

05/04/2026

Reconstructed isn’t just a book for cancer survivors. It’s for anyone who has stood at a false summit, exhausted and lost feeling
..I thought this was over....

And then realizing there’s still more mountain to climb.

More grief.
More work.
More healing.

It’s for the moment after when you don’t know the next step, but something in you knows you can’t stay where you are.

This is a map for that space...🧭

04/30/2026

When I heard Robin say "self pity is poison" during a Peloton ride one day in between chemotherapy sessions, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

In that moment I made a choice that changed my whole perspective during and after treatment:

I was not going to feel sorry for myself.
Chemotherapy was poison enough.
I didn't need more toxicity in my life.

Instead, I would look for things I could control.
Focus on what I could do.
Find my internal strengths, or find external supports to get through difficult moments.

There was no room for self pity so I had to choose a different perspective.
And that changed me.

Did that mean I didn't have hard days?Absolutely not.
Did that mean I relied on toxic positivity? Nope.

I stayed away from all things toxic in my mind and instead, I allowed myself to acknowledge that yes, what I was going through was challenging.
Yes, I was on the struggle bus.
Yes, chemotherapy sucked.
Double mastectomy sucked.
Reconstruction sucked.
Going through all of it during COVID sucked.

And when I had to cry, or be angry, or grieve to move through intense feelings I did.
And when the emotions processed I remembered that I was going to be okay and I would get through it.
That better days were ahead.
That I had friends who loved me and a roof over my head.
That Buddy was next to me for snuggles and comfort.
And this too, would pass.

And it made all of the difference in the world.

Mindset is a game changer.
That is why it is in my Nine M's Framework.

Read more in my book. Link in bio.

04/28/2026

Facing fear is a muscle.
The more you use it, the stronger it gets.

Do the thing that scares you—
not recklessly,
not impulsively,
but bravely…
with your heart in your hands
and your feet rooted in the earth.

You don’t become fearless.
You become practiced.

And one day,
what once shook you
becomes the very ground you stand on.

04/27/2026

04/27/2026

Healing is possible.

Even when it’s slow.
Even when it’s messy.
Even when you’re not sure you believe it yet.

If you’re walking that path, I wrote something for you.

✨ Reconstructed: A Breast Cancer Healing Journey

A guide for the part of the journey no one talks about— what comes after, AND how to heal.

If it speaks to you, you can grab a copy. Link in bio

04/26/2026

Breast cancer broke me open.
Healing was slow, painful, and anything but linear.
But it was worth it.

Because on the other side,
I didn’t just find strength—
I found myself.

Read about my journey in my new book. Link in bio.

04/23/2026

I thought I was reaching the finish line.
Turns out…
I was standing at the edge of a new trail.

This book is the map I wish I had.
And the reminder that your way forward
doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s.

Reconstructed is here.

04/22/2026

You didn’t miss the finish line.
You reached a false summit.

In the mountains, a false summit is the place that looks like the top…
until you get there and realize—there’s more climb ahead.

And no one really prepares you for that moment.
The breath you were holding.
The relief you expected.
The “I made it.”

…doesn’t come.

Instead, there’s confusion.
Exhaustion.
Sometimes even shame—like you did something wrong.

But you didn’t.

This is what happens when the journey doesn’t end where you thought it would.
When survival ends, but healing hasn’t begun.
When the bell rings… and the silence afterward is louder than anything.

The false summit isn’t failure.
It’s a threshold.

A quiet, disorienting invitation to keep going—
not upward this time,
but inward.

And the next climb?
It’s not about proving anything.

It’s about finding your way home.

Read about my journey past the false summit in my book, Reconstructed. Link in bio.

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