A Personal Testimony: Breaking My Ankle Wasn’t the Worst Part…Healing Was!
I broke my ankle in September 2024, and honestly...it was one of those freak accidents that doesn't even sound dramatic enough to justify the aftermath. I was walking in my backyard, slipped on some leaves and fell. Suddenly I was dealing with a trimalleolar fracture (and dislocation), the kind of break you usually only hear about from ski accidents, athletes or car crashes. Apparently, it's pretty rare. Lucky me.
Everything moved fast after that. Emergency surgery, a plate, eleven screws, and a surgeon telling me it would be 12-18 months before l'd even come close to "normal." All of this happened 10 days before Hurricane Helene destroyed my little Asheville mountain town.
There's no way to sugarcoat it: it's been rough. Non-weight bearing for 2 months, 9 months of PT, months of limping, swelling, the mental game of relearning trust in my own body. It’s been a whole journey.
And even now, most days I do pretty well, but I still get the stiffness, the random pain spikes, the weird bone aches you can't quite describe to anyone who hasn't lived through hardware in their ankle.
Then a couple weeks ago, out of absolutely nowhere, the stiffness flared up like someone turned the dial to max. No warning, no reason, just…locked up.
So l did what I do when my body starts talking in a language I recognize. I did an Emotion/Body Code session on myself. And I'm not kidding, the relief was almost immediate. Not a miracle fix, not some "and then the clouds parted and I was magically healed" moment. Just real, tangible loosening, enough that I could feel my body exhale. The pain didn't disappear, but it became manageable again. More tolerable.
I released all kinds of things, but here are just a couple to share:
Fascia Distortion that had an associated imbalance of a post traumatic physical trauma (old energy of the actual ankle break) and trapped emotions of nervousness and overwhelm.
Tendon Misalignment with associated trapped emotions of sadness, lack of control, shock, and horror.
In the session, a suggestion for “milk thistle" came up, one of those herbs you've probably walked past a thousand times without thinking twice. But the moment it showed up, it made sense. The liver holds so much: inflammation, old emotional residue, stress chemistry, all the stuff we pretend isn't connected to physical healing even though it totally is. It's funny how the body knows exactly what it needs if you actually listen.
I've done energy clearing and subconscious rewiring for years, but I still have these moments where I'm just...amazed. Not at the technique, but at the intelligence of the body itself. The way it stores things, the way it releases them, the way it nudges you toward the next step in healing if you just give it the space.
This ankle has tested every part of me: patience, trust, self-compassion, and the very unsexy truth that healing isn't linear. It will never be the same as it was before. But even after surgery, hardware, and the long road back, my body is still working with me.
And that's kind of incredible.