I learned this the hard way — in my own body.
For years I looked fine on the outside. Functioning, working, showing up. Inside, I was carrying a grief I had nowhere to put. One of my daughters had stopped speaking to me — no explosion, no final argument. Just silence, and years of it.
I did what so many of us do. I kept moving. I kept surviving. But the body never forgets what the heart won't feel — and eventually mine began to speak. A large fibroid grew in my uterus: the very place that once held life.
When I finally understood, everything changed — because I stopped asking "How do I get rid of this?" and started asking "What are you trying to tell me?" That single question became my life's work. The 21-Day Challenge is where I hand it to you.