I started another publication called Pressure Down There, named after my first ebook. Head over to my website where you will find the ebook and other tools for healing. In this publication, I’ll be sharing pelvic health information that your Mama didn’t teach you. She probably didn’t know what you’re about to learn. Read the introductory article here and subscribe for more.
The first thing that you may notice is that I carry the title of “Dr.” I did earn a Doctorate after years of hard work, but there is more to me than that. I’ll explain a bit more about that later.
To satisfy your curiosity, I am a physical therapist (PT), also known as a physiotherapist in some parts of the world, including my place of birth. More specifically, I am a pelvic health physical therapist. I work primarily with women throughout their lifespan, mostly prenatal, postpartum, as well as through and beyond menopause. I also work with women who experience chronic pelvic conditions like PCOS, endometriosis, hormonal imbalances, vulvodynia, etc. No matter the patient or client, the diagnosis or the condition, what lights me up is working with the nervous system. I find a lot of joy in teaching people how to rewire their nervous system so they experience pain and dysfunction differently.
I am also a mother of 3 children and bwoy, this is probably the most challenging “job” I’ve ever had. I wrote about this last year, just before Mother’s Day. You can read about the struggles I thought very few felt. I mean, I knew that my circle of friends and I had these discussions regularly. But the amount of attention that essay received, phew! It turns out many of us were—and still are—fed up with the systems that fail to support women and mothers. And a whole year later (currently June 2025), the systems (in the United States) appear to be falling apart and failing even more people. I know you know what I’m talking about.
When I strip away my societal labels and get to the core of who I am, I find a quiet soul in there. She, as I know her in this life, is quiet, curious, very connected to nature, and is a deep thinker and feeler.
From a young age, I assumed everyone could feel and know things that were normal to me. And doesn’t every young kid’s favorite activities include thinking, writing, and drawing? It was not until my 30s that I realized I was what some called an empath. I was able to feel energy from people, places, and nature.
For example, I attended a breathwork retreat last year, deep in the countryside of PA. Towards the end of my drive, I had the strange feeling and vision of 2 enslaved individuals running for their lives. I felt the urgency, the darkness, the quiet, and the eerie stillness despite the heavy blanket of fear. Filled with terror, I demanded the scary thoughts to go away, and shortly after, I arrived at my destination wide-eyed and shaken. It was not until the next day that I learned that the very area I drove through, where I was overwhelmed with fear, was part of the Underground Railroad.
I had witnessed the escape of 2 individuals whom I will never know their names or their life story. That entire week, it was as if time didn’t exist as the space separating the past and present disappeared. I witnessed the dances and ceremonies of the indigenous men, women, and children who were once stewards of the very land I slept on. Walking quietly along a stream, I walked alongside the natives who traveled the land to trade with other tribes. The veil was very thin that week. It was quite an experience.
When I was younger, things like this probably happened regularly. But I learned to silence these experiences and eventually gaslit myself into thinking I was crazy and delusional. It’s a daily practice for me to not gaslight myself these days. I’ve learned that although we have been conditioned to live in a predominantly left-brain (Western) society, controlled by a few left-brain individuals (guess how they look), that’s not the case for the global majority.
Remember the witch burnings? Remember colonization? I’m sure you can guess the group of people that suffered at the hands of a bunch of fearful left-brain individuals. Anyway…
I’ve embraced my gifts, and you know what? I’m better at my expected, societal roles. I’m a better mother when I can attune to my children. I know what they are thinking and feeling and can address their wants and needs appropriately. The same goes for being a PT. I can feel what my patients feel, and I use this information to determine what’s going on and provide treatment for them. I often get to the root cause of their issues and address them when multiple doctors and PTs were unable to successfully treat them. This is all assuming that my needs are met.
Unfortunately, being an empath means I am very sensitive to stress and the stresses of others. I know from experience I can even feel the collective and planetary stresses, sometimes knocking me down real good. I’ve also noticed that the older I get, the more sensitive and right-brained I become. I am easily overwhelmed. Or maybe I am less tolerant of foolishness (hmm). Whatever it is, I have no real explanation for this, but I’ve had to learn to create all kinds of boundaries. I’m sure I’ll share the details of some of these rituals one day. I call them my self-care practices as they are necessary for me to function.
But call it what you want.
Delusion.
Perimenopause.
Overly sensitive.
Witchery.
This is me, and I’m alright with it.
P.S. Are you highly sensitive or an empath? What lovely right-brain gifts have you noticed about yourself? Share them in the comments.
It’s important that we find ways to temper our sensitivity and limit or control our exposure to traumatic or toxic energies from people, places, and things. I used to pick up a lot from people especially. Not good for my health. I asked that this be lifted, and my abilities shifted to other means of intuitive reception that were not harmful. Protect the solar plexus energy center, in particular.