SOFT RUPTURE | 4 WEEK INTIMATE CONTAINER
I built this because I was tired of healing in secret.
Tired of holding it all together while silently unraveling.
I built it because I couldn’t find a place that honored the holy mess of becoming.
I needed a space where I could grieve and grow.
Break and bloom.
Where I could show up without needing to package my pain into something pretty.
This was born from the kind of ache that doesn’t just break you—but remakes you.
The kind of fire that ruins your old life even if you were the one to cast the match. This depth of ruin dares you to build something more honest from the ash.
I realized that the deepest healing didn’t come from striving—
it came from softening.
What I don’t want is to be the kind of woman who’s constantly “working on herself.”
I want to be the kind of woman who meets herself in ceremony.
In the wild. In the grief. In her primal glory.
I’m tired of a society that pretends it doesn’t ache. Seeing people bypass their own becoming in the name of being ‘light’ is so not the frequency I resonate at. This offering was forged in my deep desire to midwife a space that honored the holy grit of transformation.
I didn’t create The Soft Rupture because I had it all figured out.
I created it because I didn’t.
Because I’ve fallen apart more times than I can count and each time, something true and ragged was waiting for me underneath the ruin.
This isn’t some polished, five-step formula to become more desirable or productive or perfect.
This is for the woman who already knows what it means to ache.
The one who’s tired of hiding her rage or grief under layers of good behavior.
The one who’s already tried the self-help books, the silent retreats, the rituals that felt more like performance than prayer.
This is for the ones who are ready to burn the script.
For the version who didn’t know how to want anything for herself anymore.
Who’d contorted herself into something palatable, digestible, convenient.
And in the process—forgot she had teeth.
I made this because I watched people around me carry shame like it was sacred because they were taught to bury the mess and smile through the ache. As if it’s desirable to look unbothered even when everything inside of us was screaming.
This collective is a temple space for sacred rage and holy longing.
It’s the soft tremble of coming undone.
It’s the part where you stop trying to get it right—and start getting real.
This isn’t about becoming something new.
It’s about remembering who you were before you started silencing your hunger. Before you betrayed your own body to be loved. Before you kept shrinking just to be safe.
I created this because I needed a place to fall apart that didn’t try to fix me.
And maybe…you do too.
So we begin here.
At the rupture.
Where nothing makes sense, and everything is possible.
Details of program:
AUG 21 - SEPT 21
Private Podcast Feed (Audio Transmissions): Each of the 4 parts becomes a sensual, channeled-style audio recording (30 min) where I will traverse through themes, stories, and practices. These are potent and intimate transmissions for your integration.
Ritual Journal/Workbook (PDF): Raw and activating ritual prompts that will shift you, embodiment practices, and integration spaces you can return to.
Private Soft Rupture Chatroom for vulnerable shares that will remain in the vault. All participants will be required to sign an agreement to keep this space safe and expansive.
SOFT RUPTURE | 4 WEEK INTIMATE CONTAINER
I built this because I was tired of healing in secret.
Tired of holding it all together while silently unraveling.
I built it because I couldn’t find a place that honored the holy mess of becoming.
I needed a space where I could grieve and grow.
Break and bloom.
Where I could show up without needing to package my pain into something pretty.
This was born from the kind of ache that doesn’t just break you—but remakes you.
The kind of fire that ruins your old life even if you were the one to cast the match. This depth of ruin dares you to build something more honest from the ash.
I realized that the deepest healing didn’t come from striving—
it came from softening.
What I don’t want is to be the kind of woman who’s constantly “working on herself.”
I want to be the kind of woman who meets herself in ceremony.
In the wild. In the grief. In her primal glory.
I’m tired of a society that pretends it doesn’t ache. Seeing people bypass their own becoming in the name of being ‘light’ is so not the frequency I resonate at. This offering was forged in my deep desire to midwife a space that honored the holy grit of transformation.
I didn’t create The Soft Rupture because I had it all figured out.
I created it because I didn’t.
Because I’ve fallen apart more times than I can count and each time, something true and ragged was waiting for me underneath the ruin.
This isn’t some polished, five-step formula to become more desirable or productive or perfect.
This is for the woman who already knows what it means to ache.
The one who’s tired of hiding her rage or grief under layers of good behavior.
The one who’s already tried the self-help books, the silent retreats, the rituals that felt more like performance than prayer.
This is for the ones who are ready to burn the script.
For the version who didn’t know how to want anything for herself anymore.
Who’d contorted herself into something palatable, digestible, convenient.
And in the process—forgot she had teeth.
I made this because I watched people around me carry shame like it was sacred because they were taught to bury the mess and smile through the ache. As if it’s desirable to look unbothered even when everything inside of us was screaming.
This collective is a temple space for sacred rage and holy longing.
It’s the soft tremble of coming undone.
It’s the part where you stop trying to get it right—and start getting real.
This isn’t about becoming something new.
It’s about remembering who you were before you started silencing your hunger. Before you betrayed your own body to be loved. Before you kept shrinking just to be safe.
I created this because I needed a place to fall apart that didn’t try to fix me.
And maybe…you do too.
So we begin here.
At the rupture.
Where nothing makes sense, and everything is possible.
Details of program:
AUG 21 - SEPT 21
Private Podcast Feed (Audio Transmissions): Each of the 4 parts becomes a sensual, channeled-style audio recording (30 min) where I will traverse through themes, stories, and practices. These are potent and intimate transmissions for your integration.
Ritual Journal/Workbook (PDF): Raw and activating ritual prompts that will shift you, embodiment practices, and integration spaces you can return to.
Private Soft Rupture Chatroom for vulnerable shares that will remain in the vault. All participants will be required to sign an agreement to keep this space safe and expansive.
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