It’s 2026. We’re done with fixing. We understand the solutions. The question now is quieter, but sharper: why aren’t we living what we already know?
Where do women go when they’ve done the therapy, read the books, named the wounds… and still feel like something isn’t landing?
Meet Jenna.
I’m sharing fictitious client profiles so you can see the inner workings of the work I’ve done with women for over a decade. (TW: there are words that some readers may find challenging if they haven’t tended to them).
Jenna is 35.
She wants a partner and hasn’t found one because life just hasn’t met her there.
She’s a creative, but working a job that drains her because it pays. This was a recent switch because her creative work felt draining as it didn’t feel like it paid enough. A cycle creatives know well.
She feels guilty for even being in a space like this- the one where we talk about the pelvis. Like tending to herself is indulgent. Frivolous.
In her twenties, Jenna was raped. She hasn’t told anyone. There were no visible scars, so she learned to downplay it. But her body didn’t.
She lives with vaginismus which is pain with penetration.
A body that closes.
A body that says no, even when she doesn’t fully understand why. Jenna isn’t in crisis. She’s in holding.
Grief from losing her father, who was her safety. A mother who now needs more, but has always struggled to give. Friendships that don’t quite land. A life that looks fine… but doesn’t feel like hers.
She comes home from work and goes flat. Scrolling. Not eating well. Not tending to herself.
She finds herself easily slipping into her freeze response tools.
Jenna doesn’t need fixing.She doesn’t need to “heal her trauma” in the way she’s been taught. She needs to understand what her body is holding. Where her patterns come from. Why her system moves the way it does.
Because when a woman can see that: she stops fighting and ignoring her innate needs.
Jenna doesn’t need more information. She needs spaces where her body can speak.Where pain isn’t rushed. Where nothing is performed. Where she doesn’t have to explain why she feels the way she feels.
Spaces where the deeper questions can exist:
What is my body protecting me from?
What happens when I finally acknowledge what I’ve lived through without talking it all through again?
Can I trust myself to feel this… without needing to fix it?
Jenna isn’t looking for answers, either. She’s looking for something she hasn’t had before: a place to land.
And maybe that’s the real question for all of us now:
Where do women like me go… when we’re ready to stop doing more therapy, and start listening to ourselves? More holding Found Here:
The Vagina Book
Gold Standard Pelvic Journey
Postpartum Care Journey
Substack
Insight Timer
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