Regulation isn’t about being chill.
It’s about having enough capacity to feel something without drowning in it.

Rage. Grief. Joy. Movement. Stillness.
If your body can’t hold it today, that’s not failure. That’s your system telling the truth.

Scan your body.
Breathe into it heavy areas. Observe.

If Joy feels taboo in hard times,
like you’re doing something wrong just by remembering how to feel.

A gentle reminder: you’re not abandoning anyone by letting your body remember aliveness.

Joy is self love.
Joy is regulation.
Joy is resistance.
Joy teaches expansion.

Joy is my middle finger.

If your body’s fried and your soul’s on mute, that’s not dysfunction.
That’s survival.

I teach nervous system tools for the overstretched, menopausal and fresh out of fucks.
Black sheep.
One nerve left.
Late bloomers.

Come as you are.
Stay as long as you need.
So fucking glad you’re here.