Your Gut Knows—But Are You Listening?

A gentle invitation to come back home to your body.

When was the last time you trusted yourself?

Not a checklist. Not someone else’s advice. Not what you should feel.

I mean you. The real you. The one who knows what’s too much. The one who can sense “something’s off” before the words ever form. The one who sighs without thinking—and doesn’t always know why.

That’s not dysfunction. That’s wisdom.

That’s your body trying to bring you home.

Grief Doesn’t Just Hurt—It Disorients

Trauma reshapes our ability to feel safe inside our own skin.

This isn't about thoughts. This is about signals.

A gut that suddenly goes quiet.

A brain that forgets simple things.

A chest that feels too tight to pray.

We call it grief, but the truth is—it's nervous system overload. It’s your body screaming “this is too much,” even when you’re still trying to act “okay.”

You’re not crazy. You’re not lazy. You’re not broken.

You’re just full. And your system is trying to keep you safe.

What If We Listened Instead of Pushed Through?

One mom shared with me once that she found herself pacing the kitchen, crying over toothpaste in the sink—and not understanding why. Another mom told me that she couldn’t make it through the grocery store without feeling like the floor might give out underneath her.

And here’s the thing: their bodies were telling the truth.

Grief is a full-body experience. So healing has to be too.

Here Are Three Ways to Begin Listening Again:

Name the feeling out loud. “I feel… tight. Frozen. Fuzzy. Numb. Angry. Tired.” It doesn’t have to be poetic. It just has to be honest.

Put your hand on your heart. Breathe in deep. Exhale with a hum or a sigh. Let the sound move through you—not just from your mouth but from your gut.

Ask: What’s my body trying to protect me from right now? And then just… listen. Don’t fix it. Don’t judge it. Just hold space for what comes up.

This Is Not the End of Your Story

I know you didn’t ask for this kind of grief. None of us did.

But I also know this:

Your healing matters. Your nervous system matters. And the you that’s slowly waking up again—that version of you carries something holy.

Something wise. Something whole. Something your child would be proud of.

Want a place to practice this kind of healing with women who get it? I’m holding the door open for you.

Julie