What if what’s wrong with you is actually very right?
I know about this.
I spent my whole life seeking a mom but calling it God, which was also myself.
When I was born, my mom was asleep. When she woke up 24 hours later and they put me on her chest, she looked in my eyes and thought, "She doesn't like me." (Yes, she told me this.)
Thus began the biggest dance of projection that a daughter could have with her mother—and my lifelong search for love, validation, getting noticed, Truth, God, and ultimately myself.
Looking back now, I realize that search wasn't unique to me.
Over the past nine years of life coaching, I reviewed what hundreds of clients initially came to me for. Beneath the different stories and circumstances, they were all asking some version of:
"Who am I?"
"What do I really want?"
"What will actually make me happy."
I also took note of how they left me when they felt better.
I realized that the work I do is this:
Coming Home.
Coming home to you. Your truth. Your essence. Your alignment. Your agency. Your confidence. Your life force.
What I've come to see is that so much suffering comes from everything that convinced us we shouldn't be who we are.
Shame.
Rejection.
Addiction.
Rage.
Dissociation.
Self-abandonment.
Somewhere along the way we stopped trusting ourselves—or perhaps never learned how.
Healing is unraveling. It’s remembering.
It's reclaiming what was buried beneath years of trying to earn love, avoid rejection, or become acceptable.
What I saw with myself—and what I continue to see again and again with my clients—is that it's the lost parts of ourselves that we reject because we believed they were wrong. These “wrong” parts often become the doorway to our greatest happiness and deepest purpose.
Yes, my heightened sensitivity, my excitement and "intensity" (no, I'm not too flippin' much), my empathy and the pain I feel for others, my acute awareness of details, my ability to see things others don't, my levity, my desire to uplift, my need for quiet, and my complete connection with animals and nature are
all
not
weird.
They are some of the things that make me the most happy.
They are what make me come alive.
And that is more than enough reason to live that way.
I believe all suffering, in some way, reflects a disconnection from who we truly are.
My passion is to help people come alive by coming home to themselves.
Really home.
Not a false-belief-based home full of shoulds.
Not a home built on what other people think, expect, or mock.
But a home that embraces every part of who you are—even the parts you've spent years trying to hide.
Because those parts may be exactly what you've been searching for all along.
Not fitting in can be a blessing. Just look at the world we live in.
How do you not fit in—with yourself or with others?
Where do you need to embrace exactly who you are instead of who people expect you to be?
How do you reject yourself?
And what might happen if you embraced all of you instead?
This is why I'm creating an online community called Coming Home.
A place for people who are ready to become more fully themselves.
Together we'll gently uncover what has always been beautifully true about you—but that you can't see yet.
We'll identify what you hold onto even when it's causing you pain... and what you reject within yourself that desperately needs expression.
It’s really just about looking at your life right now— what’s working, and what isn’t, so you can turn toward what you love.
I'll be sharing more about the membership as we get closer to launching in August. It will be a place for us to gather, and I'll be there every day to meet you where you are.
More details soon.
In the meantime, I am taking clients for one-on-one coaching and mentorship. If you'd like support with your own personal struggles, I'd be happy to meet with you to see if we're a good fit.
You can self-schedule by booking, or simply send me an email if those times don't work, and we'll find another time.
Maybe the very thing you've spent your life trying to hide is actually the part that's been trying to lead you home all along.
Love & Blessings,
Rebecca