“You are not alone. You matter. Healing is possible, even for you.”

Writing an “About Me” always feels a little daunting. What parts of my story will help you truly see me? What pieces might make your soul whisper, “me too”?

As a kid, I lived with depression and anxiety but didn’t have the language to name it. On the outside, my life looked “normal” — food on the table, a house, married parents — but inside, something always felt off. I often wondered, Why is life so hard for me? Why do I feel so disconnected? I tried counseling, but the placated answers I received of “exercise more” or “think happy thoughts” didn’t cut it.

It felt like I was too broken to fix.

I married my high school boyfriend shortly after turning 21. But years of marital counseling later, I found myself in a relationship that felt exhausting, confusing, and painfully hard. Again I wondered, Is this all life is? Constant struggle, constant pain, no real answers?

When it became clear my then-husband had no intention of changing, I left — and finally started focusing on myself. I was determined to understand why life and love had been so difficult, so I consumed as many books, podcasts, and Instagram posts I could, learning about abuse, trauma, and how even those these can show up subtly, their impact is grave.

Overtime, I realized that it wasn’t me that was the problem — that all my struggles made complete sense in context of my story.

I wasn’t depressed or anxious — I had been living in unsafe environments. I didn’t have low self-esteem — I was being subtly criticized, dismissed, and mistreated. I wasn’t confrontational — I validly protested harm.

No professionals had ever paused long enough to help me put these pieces together. They just saw “problems” and tried to slap a bandaid on them and make them go away. But what I needed was clarity about what had happened to me, understanding of how it shaped me, and real, practical tools to begin healing for good.

This is why I became a coach — to offer others what I needed back then. I don’t believe people are as messed up as the world tells them. I believe their struggles make sense once we understand why. And I believe real, lasting change is possible when we heal from the inside-out, feel all our feelings, and rebuild unshakeable trust in our own worth and wisdom.

You’re not broken, in need of fixing. You’re human, in need of understanding and support. And you already have what you need inside you. We just have to follow that voice inside that keeps saying, “Something’s not right”, reconnect with our authentic self, and watch as healing happens naturally from the inside out.

The Broken Cage

A Poem by Kensie Story

There once was a bird
who lived with a mouse.
They lived in a cage;
they called it a house.
The bird had lived there
her entire life
with no other birds
around or in sight.

She didn’t know that
her wings were for wind.
Mouses stay on the ground
she assumed she was like him.
The mouse knew that she
had wings made to fly.
But he wanted her stuck
so he spoke many lies.

“This is our home.
In here, you are safe.
No one loves you like me.
We are soul mates.”
The more the mouse planted
words in her head
the more she believed,
about herself, what he said.

She thought this was love.
She thought this was it.
So why did she always
feel like such shit?
Why did that voice
deep in her soul
keep screaming “this is wrong”,
keep urging her to go?

The more the mouse squeaked
the more she resisted.
The more he spoke lies
the more she knew how twisted.
He lies revealed his own
limitations, unhealed parts.
They had nothing to do
with who she was in her heart.

So she flew through the cage
while singing a song.
“Goodbye lying mouse
I knew all along
who I truly was,
I just had to trust
that voice in my soul,
the one in my gut.
I wish you the best.
I hope you heal too.
This cage is no home
for me or for you.”

The bird never looked
back again to see
what the mouse did or said
she was finally free.

In strength she soared.
In healing she cried.
In peace she slept.
In living, she thrived.

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