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Here is Mine

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My Story

From the outside, I looked like a high-achieving student with a bright future. On the inside, I carried unspoken pain. By 12, I had already felt the weight of suicidal thoughts. School came easily, but connection felt impossible. I lived a double life, excelling in advanced classes while seeking refuge in the company of other wounded souls. I didn’t yet know I carried a deep trauma history, or I had buried my memories to survive.

College took me to Macalester, a place fueled by activism. I poured myself into justice work; disaster relief, protests, political campaigns. Then a medication triggered a dangerous mental spiral. My genetic makeup made me vulnerable, and soon my life unraveled into hospitalizations, restraints, and trauma layered upon trauma. Between 19 and 23, I cycled through crisis and survival, losing faith in myself and those around me.

A toxic relationship pulled me further into chaos. I became both detective and caretaker, trying to manage someone else’s addiction while my own life splintered. My attempts to find stability through treatment programs and therapy were relentless but incomplete. I didn’t yet have the tools to bridge the split between the parts of me that wanted to excel and the parts determined to self-destruct.

At 25, I realized I was living in dissociation. I began piecing together the truth, my body and emotions were speaking a story my conscious mind couldn’t yet hear. Every extreme reaction, every destructive pattern, was a messenger. This truth became the cornerstone of my work: nothing is “crazy,” everything makes sense once we listen deeply enough.

By 28, safety arrived in the form of my husband. His unwavering presence allowed me to rest, hear my Guides, and follow the call into healing practices, Plant Medicine ceremonies, yoga teacher training, shamanic work, and IFS. Through Ayahuasca and IFS, I reclaimed memories of early childhood sexual abuse and adolescent assault.

I held those younger parts of myself, finally bringing them to safety.

My journey was never about erasing what happened; it was about transmuting it into something whole. I learned to navigate between worlds, the somatic, the spiritual, the psychological, and bring back tools for others. Today, I work with survivors, often before they even know they are survivors. I help them dismantle shame, reclaim their stories, and heal in months what took me years.

Returning to my body also revealed I am autistic; high-masking, deeply perceptive, carrying both the sensitivities and strengths that shape my work as a therapist. Autistic trauma is distinctly different, I learned to navigate how my brain works and help others do the same.

I stand here because I fought my way back from madness to myself. Now, my purpose is clear: to walk alongside others as they meet every part of themselves, the hidden, the hurting, the wise, and bring them home.

A woman, Sophie Tomsky, and a man, Richard Schwartz, PhD, founder of Internal Family Systems, a teacher and influence whose work con man smiling and posing together indoors, with a blue wall, decorative hanging lamp, and greenery in the background.

With Richard Schwartz, PhD, founder of Internal Family Systems — a teacher and influence whose work continues to shape my practice.

Let’s Connect When it Feels Right

I respond best to what truly resonates. If something here sparks your curiosity, lights you up, or stirs a “yes” in your body, reach out.

Tell me what’s calling you, and we’ll see what’s ready to unfold together.