I Didn’t Want to Be a Healer

First written in 2019, updated 2026.

Lately I’ve been hearing people talk about studying life coaching, studying to be a health coach, studying to be a healer . . . I never wanted to be a healer. My dream was to be a cook on a cattle ranch in Montana. I wanted to be like Gator on Yellowstone. Feeding people is how I love them.

Ranch cook was not chosen for me; healer was.

Even now I don’t tout myself as a “healer.” There are so many expectations tied up in that word. One is that the client usually expects me to believe in the disease more than the healing. I’m sorry, but I believe in the person more than the diagnosis.

I came by that belief honestly. Years ago I picked up Louise Hay’s You Can Heal Your Life, and it taught me a different way to see the body. Her idea was simple: what we think and feel shows up in our bodies, and what we change in our minds can change our bodies too. Twenty years of hands-on experience have only deepened that belief.

When my fiancé died of cancer, every belief I had about life, death, sickness, health, and healing was rearranged. I learned that healing is not always getting well, but sometimes it is healing the heart and soul even if the body dies.

So if you want a kind, compassionate healer, you probably don’t want me. But if you want someone who absolutely believes that you can heal, then I’m your person.

I’m the person who will help you uncover, discover, and discard the patterns of thinking and feeling that keep pain stuck.

I’m the person who will challenge you, encourage you, and applaud you when you take that one step, give up that one thing, take that small action toward a new and exciting change in your life.

If that sounds like what you’ve been looking for, book a clarity call and let’s talk about where you’re stuck.