As a child everyone told me their secrets.

Now I hold confession for a living.

There was a time when pain ruled my life.

I used to fantasize about taking my body apart and putting it back together the right way. 

There were years I was scared to become a mother because I couldn’t imagine holding a baby all day in that kind of pain. 

I organized everything around it. How long I could sit. What jobs/activities I said yes or no to. How much money I would set aside for bodywork. 

And now?

It’s just not there.

My daily rhythm isn't dictated by flare-ups. 

I carry my son without a second thought.

I wake up without scanning for the first flickers of torture. 

It’s remarkable how quickly something that once consumed you can become so completely irrelevant to who you are.

I want that for you.

I want you to forget.

I want your symptoms to be just a feather on the winds of your past ✨

My story is probably similar to yours.

I healed like the best of them.

Kept (several) bodyworkers in business.

Weston-A-Priced like I was competing with a Swiss villager from 200 years ago.

Gall-bladder cleansed some spectacular stuff into the toilet.

And still I had pain that rung my body out. On/off constipation. Depression that didn’t make sense.

But a stubborn-something in me couldn't. stop. searching.

(I’m guessing you have that part too?)

German New Medicine tugged at me from the first podcast I heard.

But that tug proved hard to do anything with.

Special biological program? Dirk Hamer Syndromes? Ancient websites? Case studies referencing fax machines? People shouting in Telegram groups?

It wasn't exactly user-friendly.

I chipped away at it for several years until I had an AHA moment that changed everything. A door opened. Memories clicked. The map made sense and I healed my chronic pain in an instant.

And so my obsession levelled up.

I studied with everyone. Gilbert Renaud. Dr Tesic. Maire Boularand. Christian Fleche. Steven Ravenstag and Mellissa Sell.

I worked with 100s of women one-on-one

I created a banger GNM course that has now been taken by over 800 women.

More importantly, living and breathing GNM has changed me on a fundamental level.

I've peaked behind God's curtains and there's no going back after that 🤯

I've healed my pain and walked with clients through symptoms that had previously claimed them for life.

I've felt the quiet on the other side conflict-activity.

I've gone spelunking inside 100s of psyches to unearth the little twists and bends that have kept their symptoms chronic for so long (I’ll never see people the same… gosh we are such loveable and sweet and silly little things).

I've gotten sober from my wellness addiction. No more fear of all the toxins coming for my health. No more choosing supplements over $aving for my childrens future. No more feeling superior than my coca-cola drinking aunt.

I’ve seen the shitty family dynamics that kept my family at logger-heads my whole life completely shift with the knowledge GNM offers around personality formation.

GNM has healed and humbled me in equal measure (and lord knows I needed the humbling, lol).

So ya, I’m Freya.

Please don't call me something fusty like a "GNM practitioner."

I'm no professional and certainly not cosplaying as a doctor.

I hold no certification of any kind and your knowledge of anatomy and physiology likely exceeds mine.

I find myself spending my days getting all up in peoples private business to find the patterns behind their symptoms.

As a child everyone told me their secrets. Now I hold confession for a living.

I'm rather irreverent, a little bit offensive, and sometimes more blunt than I mean to be, but I care deeply and know how to make GNM click for almost anyone (read my testimonials if you want the receipts).

If you want in, join me in SHERLOCK.

or book a 1-1

Or, just know that someone out there is praying for you.

Praying that your healing-era comes to an end so you can run off into the wilds of your life.

Praying that you come to see your symptoms as the hand of God, not proof that you’re cursed.

Praying that you learn the mother-tongue of your body so your symptoms can finally shape-shift.

Praying that my children (and yours) will know the blessings written into their cells.