“You are not alone. You matter. Healing is possible, even for you.”
Determined to understand why life and love had been so difficult, I stumbled across a book that changed everything. I realized it wasn’t that I was confrontational — I had been protesting harm. I wasn’t just 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.
No one had ever paused long enough to get curious about my struggles. They just saw “problems” and tried to slap a bandaid on them. But what I needed was clarity about what had happened to me, understanding of how it shaped me, and real tools to begin healing those wounds 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 at the root, feel our feelings, and rebuild unshakeable trust in our worth and wisdom.
You’re not broken, in need of fixing. You’re human, in need of understanding and support. 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.
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. Two kids and 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.
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 to 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.
