But here’s the thing I've discovered, my knowing for this passion doesn’t come from textbooks. It comes through my hands.
Massage isn’t just a job for me, it’s where I find my peace. When I work with a client, something clicks into place. There’s no noise, no confusion. Just this deep, intuitive sense of what someone needs to feel safe, grounded, and at home in their body. I’m becoming the therapist I’ve always dreamed of finding for myself. You know that sigh people make without even realizing it when they step into a space that just feels good? I live for that. “Wow, it’s lovely in here,” they say, And it is, because I’ve created it to be. A sanctuary, for you. But also for me. I need that calm, that warmth, that softness to hold space for you fully.
The bed is warm and soft the lighting’s low, the music is gentle, and that divine smell? That’s intentional too. Because when your nervous system feels safe, your breath slows, your muscles soften, and real transformation can begin. So, what do you think? Can you picture it? Can you feel it? Whether you’re carrying the weight of a busy life, feeling frayed around the edges, or just need a moment to breathe, I’m here.
Not to “fix” you, but to hold a space where you can come back to your centre. Out of fight or flight. Back to you.
This is where my magic lives.​​​
Hi, I’m Abigail. But you can call me Abby,
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You wouldn’t know it at first glance, but for most of my life, I’ve carried around this low hum of self-doubt, like that annoying background noise you can’t quite switch off. You know the kind I mean?
For nearly two decades, I lived and worked in the hustle of bars and restaurants. Late nights, fast pace, loud everything. I was good at it, but something in me knew I wasn’t meant for it forever.
One day, in the middle of all that chaos, something shifted. I just knew, it was time to change.
And let me tell you, retraining in massage, one of the scariest thing I’ve ever done! Studying again at my age felt like climbing Everest in flip-flops. My brain doesn’t process information the “traditional” way. I now know why, hello ADHD! But back then, I just felt broken.
Can you imagine how it feels to finally know there’s a reason behind all those years of being told you’re lazy, that it's not hard, everyone else can do it OR you're just not trying hard enough. I wasn’t lazy. I wasn’t careless. I was just wired differently. Not surprisingly, none of this helped my Eczema...
It was all a battle. I’d sit in class, totally overwhelmed, trying to look like I understood while secretly panicking and struggling not to break down or run away with overwhelm. Even now, when someone asks me a question that takes me by surprise, my body goes into a full-on fear response. I might look calm, but inside, I’m scanning for what I’ve missed, what I’ve forgotten, what I should know, what's the right answer.
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