How I Got Here

For me, the year 2019 was the straw that broke the camel’s back, as “they” say. For years my body showed me signs that I needed to make changes, but I ignored my body until it started screaming at me. I had a breaking point with my health. The years that led to this point were a mixture of childhood anxiety, postpartum anxiety and depression (with both of my babes), a marriage that was at a breaking point, but thank goodness for restoration, community, and God who helped us through it, and a career that was hard on my body and filled me with stress and imbalance. It all came crashing down on me. I asked my primary care provider to test for autoimmune disorders, but the results indicated everything was “normal.” 

I wasn’t okay. I couldn’t get myself out of bed in the morning. I didn’t have the energy to play with my kids. I was constantly going to the restroom, feeling bloated, experiencing chronic stomach pain, enduring terrible periods, and dealing with crippling anxiety when my kids were babies. I was trapped inside of a body that didn’t want to function, and for a while I had no clue where to turn. I kept hitting dead ends and doctors continually told me there wasn’t anything wrong. 

So, I started digging, started looking for the road less traveled, and I found a way. It was the care of another Functional Nutritional Therapy Practitioner (F)NTP that gave me the tools to heal - it was life giving. I saw and felt a light within me that I hadn’t felt in a long time, or really ever. 

Because of the changes nutritional therapy made to my life, it became my dream to help others out there too, especially those mamas in the throes of postpartum life. Whether you’re a brand new mama or a veteran mama with a newborn, taking care of you and nourishing yourself is important! This place is a safe space for you to come, and I hope you feel supported here.

WHY MAGNOLIa?

There was a story shared with me by my husband called, The Prettiest Flower. The writer, Sean Dietrich, wrote about how this tree standing in his front yard reminded him of his mother and he was trying to save it from getting taken down. He talks about how the trunk is scarred, has knots, and weathered. The branches reminded him of his mother’s arms reaching for her children. He talks about these trees enduring lots of trauma and disasters, yet they still stand, tall and rooted as firmly as ever.

Dietrich’s description of the flowers get me too, “The cream-colored blossoms are like a woman’s palms, cupped upward to heaven, waiting for something to fall from the sky. They are simple flowers. Not flashy. Not arrogant. They are meek and elegant. But they are not dainty.”

I have never once looked at a Magnolia tree the same after reading his description and I have never looked at another mama the same either. It reminded me of the path I had to take to get to healing, I’m rooted and stronger than ever, especially because I had someone stand beside me show me a different way. You dear friend are like a magnolia tree, strong, resilient, full of beauty, always caring for those you love under your canopy.

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