About Trish
Doctor. Author. Mother. Former good girl turned cosmic mischief-maker.
Explorer of what it means to live joyfully awake.
I spent most of my life trying to be who the world told me to be —
The helper. The caretaker. The responsible one.
I followed the rules.
I over-delivered.
I held everyone’s emotions and called it love.
I tried to heal myself by being better — more spiritual, more self-aware, more good. But beneath the performance, I was tired.
Tired of fixing.
Tired of holding.
Tired of being everything for everyone.
And then my body called a sacred pause.
Everything I had built — medicine, marriage, identities — began to unravel.
The life I had created looked perfect from the outside…
But it didn’t feel like me.
So I let it burn.
I turned inward.
And in the dark, I found something wild and true.
Joy. Pleasure. Play.
Rest. Creativity. Spirit. Breath.
Not as rewards for hard work — but as my birthright.
What emerged wasn’t another healing method.
It was a remembering — of truth, joy, beauty, play, and pleasure.
I learned that love doesn’t have to be earned.
That safety begins in the nervous system.
That joy is a spiritual practice.
And that wholeness includes the wild, the wounded, and the weird.
I’m not here to “fix” anyone.
I’m here to hold a space where you get to put it all down — The masks. The striving. The self-improvement spiral.
Together, we remember who we were before the world told us who to be.
We laugh, cry, breathe, dance, deconstruct, and rest —
Not to become someone else… but to come home to ourselves.
If you’re craving beauty and freedom after a lifetime of being “good,”
Welcome.
You’re not broken.
You’re blooming.
Still here? That means something.
If you’ve made it this far, maybe you’ve lived in the spaces I’ve lived —
Holding it all together.
Trying to be good, grateful, strong, responsible. Wearing every role so well that you forgot what it feels like to be you.
And maybe, like me, you’re done.
Done performing.
Done perfecting.
Done shrinking yourself to fit someone else’s idea of what “good” looks like.
This isn’t a path of becoming someone new. It’s a soft, sacred rebellion.
A gentle (and sometimes wildly magical) return to the one you were before the rules.
So whether you’re ready to leap in or just linger at the edges, know this:
You don’t have to earn your way home.
You’re allowed to want more.
And you don’t need to keep proving your worth to anyone — especially not yourself.
You’ve already arrived.
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Notes from the Playground
My regular newsletter is called Notes from the Playground because I've found that the more we rewire our nervous systems through play, creativity, and rest, the more our lives transform.
With each email, I’ll share a story, a simple practice, and a reminder that joy, ease, and pleasure are as important to life as the air we breathe.
These reminders are from my heart to yours — that everything about you and your journey is sacred and beautiful, even when things feel messy and uncertain.