he Body Remembers—Even the Date

We think we heal in a straight line. The body knows otherwise.
It circles back. It remembers anniversaries the mind has buried.
And when it's ready, it gives us another chance to let go.

Last week I was woken in the night with severe stomach pain. Writhing, unable to get comfortable, I was eventually sick—but this wasn't illness. It felt like a purge. My body cleverly removing something that was ready to go.

I spent a few hours in deep discomfort and began to recall feeling this exact same way last year, when I went through a personal trauma. The next morning, still tender, I felt drawn to check my journal. What I found stopped me in my tracks: the 15th May—the night I was sick—was the exact date that trauma had occurred twelve months ago.

But it goes deeper.

That trauma a year ago didn't just wound me in the present. It catapulted me back to a very early childhood wound—a direct portal to an abandonment pattern that had been running beneath the surface for decades. Over the past twelve months I've been meeting very young parts of myself for healing and integration. Yet here was my body, still holding more. Not only that—it remembered the anniversary. It gave me the chance to purge another layer of stored energy I hadn't even known was still there.

This is how intelligent the body is.

I see it with my students too. The body is always trying to communicate with us. The tightness, the numbness, the unexplained pain—these aren't random. They're doorways. But only if we slow down enough to listen.

And here's the thing: this slowing down is often sabotaged. There are parts of us designed to protect us from feeling. They keep us busy, distracted, scrolling, striving—anything to avoid touching what's been stored in the tissues. Because meeting it hurts. But unless we meet the feeling with tenderness and allow the energy to move, it stays. It shapes our relationships. Our capacity to receive. The patterns we can't think our way out of. It hums beneath the surface, running the show.

Untouched trauma doesn't stay dormant. It becomes the invisible architecture of our lives.

I wasn't surprised by this return. I know the deep distortions don't heal overnight. We often cycle back around to integrate more fractured parts—the body reveals them when we're ready, not when we demand it. I was prepared because I'm getting ready to hold a deep immersive space for the courageous women joining me on the Rebirth Your True Essence journey.

If you know there's energy inside you keeping you locked into an outdated way of being—patterns that don't reflect what your soul is truly longing to experience—there is still time to join our intimate circle.

This is the work of going to the root. Not once, but as many times as the body asks. We don't have to do it alone.