Wielding the Sword: Why We Teach Household Medicine

Remembering pain, reclaiming power, and transforming the way we heal.

“I remember not knowing if I could take it, if I was strong enough.
I remember begging my mother to take me home.
I remember being restrained. I remember the angel.”

This was my first bad experience with medicine. I was five years old. What I’ve come to understand since is that healing is not a procedure. It is story. It is sensation. It is connection. It is power returned to the hands of the person who forgot they set it down.

This story. My heroes journey, has shaped the course of my life—into massage therapy, into medical intuition, into becoming a naturopathic doctor, and now into teaching the Household Medicine Series. This series is a way for me to hand the sword back to you.

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At the Altar of the Church of Medicine

I was hospitalized for what medicine would call a “minor hand surgery.” But what I experienced was hours with my right arm strapped to a pole, loss of trust, physical pain, piercing sensory overstimulation, and fear so profound it dissolved my sense of self. I got worse. I was moved to surgery. I died. I awoke naked, restrained, cold and alone. I met my angel.

From a chart perspective, I had no complications. From a soul perspective, I did.

Years later, standing on the other side of the table, I watched the same pattern replay in my clients:
— A child held down and screaming for a flu shot, his mother submitting to fear
— A woman living with daily migraines from a blown epidural procedure
— A man whose nervous system had been silenced by cortisone
— A young girl who died from a standard tonsillectomy

And I knew: Part of me was still strapped to that pole. Still there. Still witnessing.

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Becoming the Mapmaker

I don’t call myself a healer. Healing belongs to the one doing the healing. What I offer is a map.

I became a massage therapist at eighteen years old, thinking I could offer something better. I tried to show the world what healing really looked like. I worked with doctors. I battled systems. I wore different costumes, but none quite fit.

Eventually, I chose the path of the naturopathic doctor—ND—because it lived up to the phrase “first, do no harm.” Because it let me walk beside people in a way that honored their story, their choices, their complexity. It gave me language for what I already knew, and tools for the parts I couldn’t yet name.

I became the doctor I didn’t have at the time I needed her most.

My patients began to teach me to believe in the power to heal:

Gladys, whose pain completely dissolved when her story was heard.
Jack, whose OCD resolved when he finally believed he was worthy of love.
Paula, who stopped having headaches when she honored the truth of her intuition.
Sally, who’s neuropathy resolved and could walk again without drugs when she quit diet soda
Darci, a baby saved from invasive surgery through 10 minutes of gentle touch.

Healing isn’t what happens to you. It’s what awakens within you when you are finally safe enough to listen.

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Why We Teach the Household Medicine Series

Our bodies are not broken.
Our symptoms are not mistakes.
Our pain is not weakness.
And healing is not only for doctors to decide.

We created the Household Medicine Series to return that knowing to its rightful home: in your body, in your family, in your lineage.

Each 5-week course helps you reconnect with your body's wisdom—through gut health, through mental clarity, through attention, anxiety, hormonal transitions, and ancestral patterns. We weave together physiology, intuition, and story. We teach you to listen deeply, and to trust what you hear.

You don’t have to be a doctor to understand your body. You don’t have to be a mystic to follow your intuition. You just need a place to begin.

✨ Start with our Gut Wisdom course
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The Sword Is Yours

As a child, my favorite stories were about battles, magic, purpose, and love. There was always a girl who suffered, who journeyed, who remembered who she was—and in the final moment, wielded her sword.

She wielded it only when it aligned with her purpose. Only when the time was right. Only when she knew what she had always known:
That she was born to lead. To heal. To remember.

This is your story too.
The sword was never meant to be mine alone.
It’s yours now.

Pick it up.