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Continue reading →: Seen: A Journey Through Rhythm and Fear
As the lessons progressed, I found myself improving in rhythm dances—though my heart remained tethered to the smooth ones. Rhythm dances pulled me out of my comfort zone, forcing me into a space of deep vulnerability. It felt as though all eyes were on me, and with that came the…
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Continue reading →: The One Who Danced Into My Soul
By the time I met him, I had already been dancing for a few years. I had a primary instructor who had ignited my love for dance, opening up a world of movement, rhythm, and creative growth. Along the way, I’d worked with many teachers—each offering something unique, each shaping…
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Continue reading →: The Dance of Becoming
For years, I had been told who I was. A voice—not my own—had dictated my worth, my limitations, and the edges of my world. The weight of emotional abuse had settled into my bones, making me believe I was small, undeserving, and forever bound by invisible chains. But there, in…
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Continue reading →: The First Step: Meeting the Dance Instructor Who Helped Me Reclaim My Voice
There’s a moment I return to often—not because it was loud or dramatic, but because it was quiet and deeply pivotal. It was the day I walked into a dance studio and met the instructor who would help change the trajectory of my life. At the time, I didn’t know…
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Continue reading →: The Importance of Vulnerability
Vulnerability—something I had spent most of my life avoiding—found me on the dance floor. But not the kind of vulnerability that leaves you exposed to harm. This was something different. This was the courage to be seen, to be held, to move through space with nothing but trust between you…
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Continue reading →: The Gift of Friendship: Carried When I Couldn’t Walk
As I embarked on the painful process of leaving an emotionally abusive marriage, I also began the long journey toward healing. The path has not been easy, and in many ways, I’m still walking it. But I know now that recovery is possible—and I haven’t walked it alone. For years,…
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Continue reading →: A Passport to Healing: My First Step Toward Freedom
I still remember the weight of fear pressing on my chest the first time I stepped into a foreign country alone. The automatic doors of the airport slid open, and suddenly, I was on my own. No husband beside me. No one to guide or reassure me. Just me—and a…
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Continue reading →: Lost in Translation: Bridging the Divide Between Physicians and Administrators
When I first began stepping into administrative roles within the hospital, I felt like I had entered a foreign country—one where the language, customs, and even values were unfamiliar. I was no stranger to the complexity of patient care, but suddenly I found myself navigating budget cycles, strategic planning sessions,…
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Continue reading →: A Volvo at the Welfare Office: What Foster Parenting Taught Me About Systems That Fail
I remember becoming a foster parent. It starts with twenty-plus hours of mandatory training. My husband and I were determined to adopt—a child already in the system, one who needed a permanent home. With three biological children, we wanted to complete our family with a fourth. So we signed up,…
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Continue reading →: When Fear Wins: A Missed Chance to Save a Life
He sat in my office chair, stiff as stone. Shoulders hunched forward, cap pulled low, eyes darting—not in aggression, but in deep discomfort. His hands fidgeted with the bill of that hat, picking at a frayed edge. He didn’t want to be there. Every part of his body told me…
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Finding My Rhythm: Healing, Leading, Becoming 