The Strawberry Sanctuary
A soft place to land, rebuild and rise again.
For tender, brave hearts healing after trauma - with tools, community, and support that meet you where you are.
🌿 The Strawberry Sanctuary
A gentle monthly space to reconnect, rebuild, and feel supported.
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Weekly healing tools
Journals, grounding practices, emotional reset exercises.Monthly soft landing circle
A calm community gathering to process, connect, and feel seen.The Sanctuary Library
Meditations, rituals, and quick nervous-system supports you can use anytime.Trauma-informed guidance
A blend of psychology, resilience tools, and soft structure—never rushed, always gentle.
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Women rebuilding after trauma, burnout, or life transitions who want:
steadiness
emotional safety
structure that doesn’t overwhelm
community they can trust
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Build strong systems
Structure that reduces chaos, supports your goals, and brings clarity back into your day-to-day life.Support your nervous system
Grounding tools, emotional regulation, and soft practices to help you feel safe, steady, and less overwhelmed.Rebuild confidence and identity
Rewrite old patterns, reconnect with the version of you who feels capable, and step into a life that feels like you again.
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You don’t need to be fearless.
You don’t need to be fully healed.
You just need one gentle step.
This sanctuary was created for every Strawberry Heart —The ones who:
Were told they were too sensitive
Survived things no one saw
Are learning to rise without armor
Break cycles with whispers instead of war
You don’t need to be fearless.
You don’t need to be all the way healed.
You just have to take one gentle step.
A gentle step toward the support you deserve.
A gentle beginning.
No pressure, no commitment — just a first step toward support that meets you where you are
“She’s not like the others.
She will not beg for a seat at the table.
She will build her own house,
stitch the roof with her poems,
and let her scars decorate the windows.”
The story behind the name…
He called me Strawberry.
I didn’t understand why at first. We met through a writing server — he read my poems, my pain, the scattered pieces of me I didn’t know were worth anything. He was the friend I never knew I needed.
He never asked me to be fixed. He simply held space and encouraged me to keep writing.
A sacred friend who saw me in my unraveling and stood beside me in the wreckage —
not to fix it, but to remind me I was still art.
Our connection was never romantic.
It was the kind of friendship that lives outside labels —
steady, quiet, and deeply known.
After he passed, strawberries became messages — soft reminders of a love that didn’t ask me to shrink.
Now I understand. He called me Strawberry because I was soft and still standing.
Sweet in my own spicy way, unhidden, rooted in resilience.
This space is for women like that.
This space is for you…
Women with Strawberry hearts <3
For the one who saw me in my silence
and called me Strawberry anyway.
You believed in the bloom before I ever did.
— J.
Your light lives on in every story I help another woman reclaim.
For every woman who’s still finding her bloom —
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