I Was Last on My Own List

The connection between how I was living and how I was feeling is where things started to shift.

That noticing changed more than my habits. It changed how I thought about change itself. I stopped chasing the full overhaul and started looking for the smallest change I could keep on a hard day, something that felt less like one more thing on my plate and more like tending to myself. That way of thinking became the foundation of Support The Root.

My health eventually cost me the career I had. The choice was my health or the work I was doing, and I chose my health. What came next was more than I expected: new choices, a new way of living, more to change at once than I could hold. What carried me through was not a plan. It was small actions and learning to notice what supported me. I still change and adjust, because what I need keeps changing.

My training taught me to coach. My own experience taught me how. I have learned to tell when a change is sized to hold and when it is asking too much of a hard week, because I have lived both. That is the judgment I bring to every woman I work with: not a plan handed down, but the smallest next step, chosen with her, sized to the life she is living.

I still practice it the way I teach it. The glass of water sits where I cannot miss it in the morning, even though coffee is what my brain wants first. The change that holds is the one built for the hard mornings. That is the practice, lived in my own kitchen.

Years later I began having new symptoms that did not fit a clear pattern. My doctor listened, and together we kept asking questions until we found the cause. What stayed with me was what became possible when someone was willing to look at the whole picture.

I cannot know what your path will hold. What I know is that a steady way forward can be built, because I am building my own, still growing and adjusting as my life changes. My body came to feel like mine again, slowly.

I am already on your side.