Open your hands, if you want to be held. -Rumi
A bit about Held...
Who is Jenn?
The Short Version:
I am sometimes a “hot mess”, but am also the first person to admit this. I also know I have so much to offer the world.
I often doesn’t make dinner (but my husband loves heme anyway), and I’m regularly late dropping my three mini messes off at school (they protest a little louder), but I have the joy of knowing that my husband and kids don’t love me despite my faults but because of them.
Although it might be considered a fault, I love hard. I see people for who they are and accept them where they are at, while also passionately believing in creating safe places for everyone to push beyond their comfort zone to become the best version of themselves.
Often I struggle with admitting my tenacious relationship with anxiety, depression, and ADHD and reluctantly admit that my childhood and career choice of nursing babies might have contributed to some post traumatic stress. However I also fiercely believe that our dark corners are what make us strong.
I believe in resilience and relationships. I know that if you sit around a table and hear the stories of those you don’t understand, it’s harder to judge them.
I know that deep down we all just want to feel held. To have our secrets known, our pain understood, and our hurt heard.
I like long walks in the sun with a glass of wine at the end, but also engage in puking and crying in hospital parkades after long, difficult nursing shifts. I know self care is evasive but life-giving, and that everything is easier when you have someone to hold your hand along the way and tell you, “You’ve got this.”is.
What I offer...