Heidi Hancock

My story begins like most. As a sensitive child in a world that often doesn't understand us, I didn't feel I belonged. I felt different. I felt alone. I felt weird. I felt tender, all the time! I didn't know yet — that was my super power! So I kept it buried and tried to fit in as best I could. 

 

I did all the things a person does that are suppose to make us happy— the house, the dog, the baby. Yet I was miserable — and sick! I woke up one day and asked, who the hell made all these decisions and how did I get here? As Elizabeth Gilbert said "I actively participated in every moment of the creation of this life and I didn't see myself in any of it." So I set about changing it. 

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I got divorced, moved back home to Portland, and started to see some of myself. My health began to improve and I felt stronger. But as a newly single mom, I had to support us both, so off to corporate life I went. Even at a non-profit doing beautiful work in the world, my gifts were laying dormant. I got the nudge for three years to leave before I got the courage to jump. 

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Finally I did, and then everything unraveled. When you keep yourself buried your whole life and then suddenly come out of the closet, there's some serious grief work to do. How do you run a business, offering gifts you've buried your whole life and risk being seen when you've intentionally hid yourself for fear of being ostracized? You cry, and crawl, and do it anyway. And eventually you see those gifts you've buried as what makes you unique — what you're actually here to do. The funny thing about healing is that as you discover your wounds, they often bring you to your gifts.

 

Now, it is one of my greatest treasures to work with clients one-on-one, or in groups, where I get to hold sacred space for their discovery of belonging — the journey of honoring their wounds as unique gifts.

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I promise you, you belong. You matter. And you have a gift to give that the world needs NOW. Let's uncover it!

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