“Come, come, whoever you are — wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.”
— RUMI
Hi, I’m Stacey, and I’m so glad you’re here.
I’m a therapist by trade — and an awkward human, healer, survivor, advocate, misfit, creative, and badass mother to a badass girl by life.
You Might Belong Here If…
You’re a weirdo, an outcast, witchy, nerdy—someone who never quite fit in, and you’re a little tired of wanting to.
You seek the sacred in everyday life, marvel at the vastness, find beauty and grace in the mundane, and have spent real time in the shit.
You’ve tried other paths to wholeness, peace, healing, or the divine—and found that none of them were made for you (fuck having to forge your own, but what else can you do?).
You can be soft, but you also meet pain with bared teeth and a will not to be broken—but to break open.
You are a healer, or a holder of others’ pain—you know how to navigate the dark—and you need someone to hold your hand sometimes.
You’ve spent years trying to better yourself, and now all you want is to love who you already are.
You are a truth-teller or a lineage-breaker, and that has meant being alone a lot.
If any of this sounds like you, I hope you’ll stay awhile.
You’re not too much. You’re not too late.
You are already welcome here.
“Have you grown tired?
Of feeling alone
Numb to the earth
And numb to the soul
Eyes wide open
Unafraid to be alive
You're living and you're breathing
Feels like, the very first time”
— Andrea Marie, “The Truth About the World”
❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜