I’ll never forget the moment I sat on the couch, watching my kids tear into their gifts with squeals of excitement and pure joy. I wasn’t distracted by thoughts of credit card bills or the sinking feeling of overspending. For the first time, I felt peace—real, deep peace. I had created and followed a budget that gave me permission to spend with confidence, knowing every dollar was intentional and aligned with my values. I could simply enjoy the magic of the moment without guilt or second-guessing.

I don’t have the energy to get up. I’m a puddle on the floor of my bathroom, or am I sitting in one? My mind is spinning, unable to settle, unable to comprehend what just happened. The face of the bathroom drawer sits split in half, next to me, evidence of the incident. My sweet daughter, the one that is so attentive, kind, and aware of my feelings, is crushed, sobbing on her bed. More evidence. More pain.

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In a world that can often feel overwhelming, Emilie Carrasquel’s journey of healing offers a powerful reminder: true change starts from within. Emilie is a former addict who struggled for years to find freedom, and today she stands as a fitness coach and inspiration, guiding others toward healing from the inside out. In this interview, […]

I’m sitting in yet another doctor’s office. I’ve lost count of how many referrals I’ve been given at this point. I can almost anticipate the look I’ll get: skepticism, disbelief, that moment when the doctor mentally checks out of my story. They’ve already decided it’s all in my head. They can’t hear the pulsing. There’s […]

My Type A, stress-addicted-recovering personality bumps up against this culture shift- warning me that it’s not safe. That those who slow down, who live in the moment, are going to fall behind. Will find themselves considerably ‘without’ when the time comes: I have to be the ant, not the grasshopper.

And as soon as my revelation hit my limbic system, she started to chime up, warning me that I won’t be safe if I change my reality. People like me fit into the socially-expected, societal norms. We stick with the status quo. It’s safe, tried and true, and manageable. But the epiphany is a fighter, and it grows in size and emphasis, until it wedges its self-composed shoulders in front of my limbic system and forces me to focus on its message.

I feel like a stranger in my own skin, in my own life.

He’s there. Breathing fire. Breathing fear into my mind. He has been subdued for so long, I thought he was gone. I thought I’d overcome his oppressive presence. My fight or flight reaction tries to activate, tries to save me. But is that actually what I need?