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Finding My Voice Through the Chakras

Finding My Voice Through the Chakras

I’ve experienced fear before writing, but I never thought writing would be the thing that cracked me this far open. Words have always been there, scribbled in journals, whispered in songs, caught in my throat when I couldn’t quite say them out loud. But something shifted when I began writing these blog posts, this post in particular. Each chakra, each energy center, invited me deeper into myself. Not just into the colorful swirls of “meanings” we can read about in books, but into my very bones, my history, and the places I had buried hurt so far down I wasn’t even sure they still existed. Turns out, they did. They were alive, buzzing under the surface, waiting for me to listen. And oh, did they make themselves known.

The Breakdown That Became a Breakthrough

One afternoon, not too long ago, I sat frozen.
I had planned to write, but my body wasn’t cooperating. My heels ached, throbbing even when I sat still. My chest tightened, breath hitching in shallow gasps—definitely anxiety. Fear wrapped itself around me, thick and heavy, and suddenly I was back in a place I knew too well, ashamed, voiceless, terrified of being seen.

The truth is, this wasn’t just about writing.
It was about the little girl in me who once learned that hiding was the safest option.

When I was a toddler, I was sexually abused. My survival strategy was silence. Don’t speak. Don’t move. Don’t be noticed. Writing these posts, sharing my voice so publicly, stirred up that old survival code. My body remembered, even if my mind was ready to move forward.

So there I was, almost 60 years old, stuck for four long hours ( I went through a big processing session.) Stuck in shame. Stuck in fear. Stuck in the haunting belief that if I dared to be seen, I’d get hurt.

But the beautiful, mysterious, often annoying thing about healing is this: when you’re ready, life will give you the exact trigger you need. And writing was mine.

Root Chakra: The First Step Forward

I did what I sometimes do when I feel lost, I turned to the chakras.
The root chakra (Muladhara) is all about safety, survival, and grounding. And clearly, my sense of safety was rattled.

Here’s the process I walked myself through, piece by piece, using my Let’s Chakra Chart as a guide:

Current experience (what hurts or isn’t working):
My heels hurt all the time, even sitting. My chest felt tight, my breath shallow, I felt anxious. I was scared to move forward.

Inquiry (what might I be learning?):
Maybe this pain isn’t punishment—it’s a message. Could I be learning that it’s okay to take a step forward, even when fear and anxiety scream “stay put”?

Self-Coaching (taking responsibility):
I wrote down my anger. First, at my uncle for taking my innocence and safety. Second, at myself—for letting this fear stop me for so long. (And then gave myself grace, because that experience in the blue bedroom was not my fault.)

Practices (ways to support myself):
I went outside. I took off my shoes. I walked barefoot in the grass. A moving meditation. Listened to grounding music and step by step, I whispered to my body: You are safe now.

Create or Declare (new truth):
I have already survived the worst. I am safe. And now… it’s time to share and to play.

Maintain or Integrate (with others):
I shared with my sisters. And in the most incredible, humbling way, I learned one of them was processing not feeling safe, as well. Generational trauma had threaded through us both.

Holistic Options (tools for support): 
I diffused my “I Play” chakra oil, filling my space with a scent that reminded me: life doesn’t have to be all heaviness.

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By the time I finished, I could breathe again. The heaviness lifted. The words started flowing. And more importantly, I felt a spaciousness inside myself I hadn’t known in for a few days leading up to writing.

Healing Isn’t Linear (and That’s Okay)

Here’s the thing I’ve learned after decades of therapy, energy work, and now ketamine treatments: healing isn’t a straight line.

It’s more like a spiral. We circle back to old hurts, each time a little wiser, a little more resourced, a little more willing to stay with the discomfort until it softens.

Sometimes it feels ridiculous.
 Really? I ask myself. I’m almost 60 and I’m still stuck here?
 But that shame is just another layer of the wound. Notice it and let go of it, don’t let it hold you down. Give yourself grace—to honor, to extend goodwill, to adorn—because the truth is, there’s no expiration date on healing. What I’ve also learned is that sharing is scary but necessary.
Whether it’s with a sister, a friend, therapist or even in a blog post like this one, our shame unravels when it’s witnessed. Our fear loses power when it’s spoken out loud.

The Body Remembers

Fear is not just an idea. It’s a real, biological experience.
The fight-or-flight response floods us with adrenaline, convinces us the tiger is chasing us—even when there’s no tiger in sight.

My body remembers trauma, and yours probably does too. Illness, chronic pain, and even anxiety often carry echoes of old experiences we never fully processed.

I’ve lived through cancer and other health crises. Those treatments, though lifesaving, were brutal. The idea of healing cancer is to kill it, but in the process, it feels like parts of you die too. Body, mind, and spirit break down under the weight of survival.

For years, I carried the side effects as if they were permanent scars.
 But slowly, through therapy, through bodywork, and lately, through ketamine-assisted sessions, I’ve learned to let even that go. My illnesses don’t define me. My trauma doesn’t define me.

I am more than what happened to me, and so are you.

Why I Keep Coming Back to the Chakras

So why chakras? Why this ancient map of energy centers when there are so many healing paths out there?

Because chakras give me language for what I feel.
When my heels hurt and I experience deep anxiety, I know it’s not just physical, it’s my root chakra asking for attention.

They remind me to look at my life holistically. Not just “what’s wrong,” but:

What am I learning?

How can I support myself?

Who can I lean on?

What truth do I want to declare?

Chakras turn my pain into inquiry, and my inquiry into transformation. They help me remember that I am never “stuck” for good, I am just in process.

And here’s the playful part: chakras invite me back into joy. Back into movement, color, creativity, and flow. They don’t just heal, they remind me that healing can be fun.

A Gentle Invitation

If you’ve read this far, maybe you’re carrying something of your own.
Maybe your chest feels heavy, your stomach tight, your legs restless. Maybe you’ve been quiet for too long, afraid to be seen.

Here’s what I want you to know: you don’t have to do it alone.

Talk to someone, a friend, a therapist, a sister, anyone who feels safe. Share the thing you’ve buried deepest. Let it breathe.

You are not broken. You are simply human. And you deserve to feel peaceful in your body, your mind, and your spirit.

That’s why I created the Let’s Chakra Chart and Kit. Not because I have all the answers, but because I know how overwhelming it can feel to untangle these layers on your own. The chart is a guide. The oils are companions. The practices are invitations.

They are tools, yes, but more importantly, they are reminders:

You are safe.

You are worthy.

You are strong.

I once believed my voice was dangerous. That speaking up would only bring pain.
But now, I’m beginning to believe something new: my voice is medicine. My words are a bridge, not just for me, but maybe for you too.

So, I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep sharing. I’ll keep dancing with my chakras, even when the dance gets messy.

And I hope you’ll join me.

Because if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s this:
 Healing doesn’t happen in isolation. It happens when we dare to be seen.

And oh, sweet friend—being seen is worth it.

In tenderness, Bobbie

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