The Tree Didn't Fall

Lightning struck a tree outside my window once.

I still remember the sound—sky splitting open like a secret too big to hold.


The kind of sound that makes your chest forget how to be a chest.


I ran outside barefoot, heart thudding, already grieving the fall of it.

But the tree didn’t fall.

Its bark was blackened. Its limbs were quivering. But it stood.

For weeks, people walked past like nothing had happened.

But I knew better.

That tree had been chosen by the storm.

It took the strike and didn’t crumble. It rooted deeper. Reached higher.


And every time I walked by it, something in me softened.

Because that’s what healing can feel like.

Not dramatic. Not perfect. Not even visible, sometimes.

We brace for collapse.


We expect the worst.


And yes—sometimes we shatter.

But sometimes we just get struck.
Shaken. Scarred.
Still standing.

And when the trembling lingers, when the nervous system still echoes with the storm,


I do something simple.

One hand on heart. One hand on belly.
Inhale through the nose—slow and soft.
And then hum on the exhale.

A sacred buzz.


A reminder to the body: we’re still here. we’re still safe.

It’s something I teach now.


Breath and hum.


Not to fix, but to remember.

That’s what hypnosis became for me.

Not a way to avoid the storms.
A way to meet them.

To trace the burn marks and whisper, you made it.
To hold space for the roots still trembling.
To honor the strike without becoming it.

Maybe you’ve been struck too.

Maybe people don’t see what you’ve carried.


But you do.

And maybe—just maybe—it’s time to speak to the part of you that stayed.

I remember sitting in my first hypnosis training, unsure if I belonged.


Unsure if I was too much or too messy to lead.

Then someone said,
“The part of you that wants to help others heal is the part of you that already knows how.”

It split me open.

Because maybe the storm didn’t break you.
Maybe it revealed your depth.

Being struck didn’t make the tree less.
It made it wise.

So if something in you knows there’s more...
If you feel called to speak to the soul beneath the wound,
to become the calm in someone else’s storm—
you’re not alone.

Hypnosis isn’t about pretending the lightning never came.
It’s about becoming someone who remembers.

And still rises.