I believe her.
Those three words have been sitting with me lately.
I’ve been reading about the woman at Cornell who says she was drugged and gang raped by seven fraternity members.
And I believe her.
I feel that so deeply because I know what it feels like when someone doesn’t believe you.
My own mother has repeatedly told me she will never believe me about the sexual abuse I experienced as a young child.
She will never believe me.
Even writing those words cuts deep.
Here’s what I know now that took me a very long time to understand:
Just because someone doesn’t believe you doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.
And someone else’s refusal to believe me doesn’t erase it
I’m a survivor of sexual abuse.
Actually no.
I’m a thriver.
I’ve done a shit ton of work to get here.
I’ve struggled. I’ve grown. I’ve built a life I love.
But thriving doesn’t mean I don’t get angry.
And right now, I’m fucking angry.
It’s 2026.
How are we STILL here?
How are we still asking what she drank, what she took, why she was there, what she remembers, what she did afterward?
Why isn’t the first question:
What happened to her?
Where is the compassion?
Where is the accountability?
Where are the consequences?
Who is standing up and saying ENOUGH?
This story has stirred up something fierce in me.
For her.
For every person who has told the truth and wasn’t believed.
And yes, for the younger me who wasn’t believed either.
I can’t change what happened to me.
I can’t make my mother believe me.
And I’m finally at a place where I know I don’t need to.
I believe me.
Those may be three of the most powerful words I’ve ever learned to say.
That’s a big part of my WHY.
I’m interested in creating space for you to hear yourself.
Maybe there’s something you know deep down that you’ve been waiting for someone else to validate.
Maybe you’re waiting for an apology that isn’t coming.
Maybe you’re waiting to be understood.
Maybe you’re waiting for permission.
What if you stopped waiting?
What if you trusted yourself?
What if you believed you?
That question sits at the heart of so much of the work I do.
Whether we’re together in a workshop, exploring the cards, sitting in meditation, or working privately one-on-one, I’m not interested in giving you the answers.
I’m interested in creating the space for you to hear your own answers.
To listen to what’s underneath all the noise.
To trust what you know.
To discover what might be waiting on the other side of an old story.
The biggest shifts don’t come from somebody else finally understanding us.
They come when we finally understand—and believe—ourselves.
Are you curious?
If something in you is ready to be heard, explored, shifted—or simply given a little room to breathe—I’d love to sit with you.
With love, courage and conviction,
Beth