The Day She Remembered Herself: A Story of Shame, Emergence and Rebirth

She started to shudder from the inside. The air went still as we sat there. Something big was shifting.

She shuddered some more. Tiny, involuntary tremors rising from somewhere deep. And as we sat together in that stillness, I realised something wasn’t shifting. Something was emerging.

My only job was to create enough trust for that emergence to unfold in its own timing. Because I had seen this before.

This was soul emergence.

It felt as though a fog was lifting. An invisible layer peeling away that she’d carried for decades. And then she looked around the room with the clearest eyes I had ever seen.

It was like witnessing a newborn take in the world. And in a way… she was being reborn.

Rewind a Couple of Months

Between our first session and this moment, she had been slowly finding safety and truth in her body. Developing attunement between us. Letting her system feel seen, maybe for the first time.

Just before the shudder began, I asked her one question that changed the course of her session. And her life.

She had come to work with me because she felt stuck in her career. Comparison was consuming her. She wanted a promotion, yet never felt good enough to go for it. But as we dropped deeper into her body over the weeks, something became clear:

Her body was saying no. But her mind was still chasing the path she’d been told was "success."

And it was never that she wasn’t good enough for the promotion. Deep down, her body and soul knew the truth: The promotion wasn’t good enough for her.

The Moment she Said those Words

“I’ll embarrass myself if I try.” I could hear something was different. The months of somatic work had loosened the old story just enough that I could finally hear it: It wasn’t her voice.

She was shaking free at a body level. So I asked her gently: “As you said those words… whose voice does that actually feel like?”

“My Dad,” she said. And that’s when the trembling started.

It’s One Thing to Know, it’s Another to Let it Fall Out of the Body

It’s one thing to intellectually understand where something comes from. It’s another to let it fall away from every cell it has lived in for decades. After what felt like both a long time and no time at all, the trembling stopped.

She sat upright. Her spine straightened. Her shoulders widened. And with bright, startled eyes she said, actually, she laughed:

“I don’t even like the fucking job!”

“I don’t like it at all.”

More laughter. More trembling. Relief pouring through her system like light. She left that day bright-eyed.

And then, we completed our work together a few sessions later.

About six months after that day, I received an email. It contained her new website. For her creative business.

She was living the life shame once told her she could never have. And that is the quiet, holy power of somatic work.

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