Sober on the Worst Days

Hi Friend,

Last Friday, I hosted my first LIVE Yoga Nidra for the Insider Community.

No cameras.
No performing.
Just rest.

Before we dropped in, I offered a simple sankalpa:

I am at peace.
I am safe in this moment.
I am supported.
I am not alone.

Afterward, I headed to the gym for yoga. I could feel my nervous system asking for care.

And then… life intervened.

As I turned left on a green arrow, a car ran a red light and hit me at nearly 50 miles an hour.

I saw it coming.
I took a deep breath.
Impact.
Spinning.
Airbags bursting like white clouds. Heavenly almost. 
Smoke. No visibility.

Everything slowed down.

And in that moment, I felt peace.

Not panic.
Not fear.

Just love—and those same words:

I am at peace.
I am safe in this moment.
I am supported.
I am not alone.

Since sobriety, I’ve said, “I’ll be okay in my last breath.”
That belief held.

My car called for emergency response. It surprised me to hear myself say,

“I think I’m okay.”

I forgave the other driver immediately. His name was Jose. He apologized. I shook his hand.

Then came the aftermath.

I sat in the back of a police car on a cold plastic seat. The officers were sharp, repetitive, and disbelieving—confused by the placement of my car. When they finally understood, one broke the code and said, “Whoa.”

Yes. Whoa is right.

They dropped me off at my house.

Empty. Quiet.
No car.
No one was there.

And then, because life sometimes stacks it all at once, this same weekend, I unexpectedly had to put my dog, good boy, Rocky, down.

Shock layered on grief.
Loss piled on adrenaline.

The kind of days where your nervous system is fried and your heart is cracked open.

Old me would have reached for a drink.

Being sober didn’t make this weekend easy.
It didn’t take away the pain.
It didn’t wrap the grief in a pretty bow.

But it held me steady.

I could make clear decisions.
I could feel what needed to be felt, without adding shame, regret, or danger on top of it.
I could be present for the goodbye.
I could rest without my body fighting a toxin.
I could grieve cleanly.

Sobriety didn’t remove the suffering.
It removed the extra suffering.

No hangover.
No emotional spiral amplified by alcohol.
No waking up with regret layered on grief.

Just heartbreak.
Just love.
Just loss.
And the quiet strength to walk through it as I am.

People keep asking how I walked away from the crash.

I know two things:

• I have guardian angels and stayed calm.
• My car did exactly what it was designed to do.

We both showed up beautifully.

And now that I really know I’ll be okay when the last day comes, I’m choosing to focus less on the death and more on the dash between the dates. Rocky lived his dash (4.16.15 - 2.1.26) fully and so will I. 🐾 

How I live.
How I love.
How I rest.

I am working this year on not rushing and really savoring the moments in the dash.

That’s why I keep creating spaces where your nervous system doesn’t have to brace.

Come Rest With Us

If your body has been in survival mode…
If you’ve been holding everything together…
If you need somewhere to land—

This is your invitation.

✨ Galentine’s Day — warmth, connection, and community LINK HERE 🔗
🧘‍♀️ LIVE Yoga Nidra — cameras off, deep rest (replays always included)
💛 More LIVE Yoga Nidra drop-ins coming — including sessions on the last Friday of upcoming months

All of this lives inside The Insider Community.

👉 JOIN THE INSIDER COMMUNITY - LINK HERE 🔗
Come for the meetings. Stay for the exhale.

And if you’re in a hard season—if life feels heavy and you want personal support navigating sobriety, stress, or nervous system healing—I offer complimentary calls. No pressure. Just a place to talk and see what support might look like.

👉 BOOK A COMPLIMENTARY CALL - LINK HERE 🔗

You don’t get sober just for champagne moments.
You get sober for hospital rooms.
For hard conversations.
For goodbyes.
For the days when life knocks the wind out of you.

Sobriety isn’t just a celebration tool.
It’s a life raft.

You don’t have to wait for a wake-up call to choose rest.
You’re allowed to choose it now.

With love,
Heather

P.S. Galentine’s Day is coming up fast in a small venue; once tickets are gone, they’re gone. If your nervous system is asking for support, listen—and join us now. 💌 If finances are holding you back, contact me; I have a scholarship option for one attendee.