The First Time You Let Go

Theres a moment when you realize you've been carrying everyone else's needs on your shoulders — and no one's carrying yours

I didn’t notice how heavy it had all become until my body started to ache in ways I couldn’t ignore. The late-night emails, the errands, the carpool lines, the endless small obligations—they all lived somewhere in my shoulders, my back, my jaw.

When someone suggested I try a massage, my first reaction was resistance. It felt indulgent. Who was I to spend an hour doing nothing but lying still while someone else took care of me? Rest was something to earn, not something to simply allow.

But I went.

The moment I stepped in, I noticed the glow—soft amber light instead of harsh brightness, the kind that makes you exhale without realizing it. There was a faint sweetness in the air, something herbal and calming, like stepping into a secret garden. The table was warm, the linens soft, the kind of detail no one ever bothers with at home.

The therapist, Andrea, greeted me with a smile that felt unhurried, like she had all the time in the world for me. She explained what would happen step by step—where to place my things, how to get comfortable, even how to undress—so I never had to wonder if I was doing it “right.” Her confidence helped me to quiet the nervous chatter in my head.

I remember the faint scent of oils in the air and the gentle sound of music I didn’t recognize. When the therapist placed her hands on my back, I realized how long it had been since I let myself receive care without giving anything in return. With every knot that softened, I felt something else loosen too: the guilt, the weight, the idea that rest had to be justified. I didn’t realize how much I’d been holding until someone else reminded my body how to let go.

My first massage wasn’t just about sore muscles. It was a reminder that my body belongs to me—and it deserves attention, comfort, and care.

That’s what this space is for. My First Massage is here to help guide you through the same step I took:

• Knowing what to expect before you walk through the door.
• Answering the questions you’ve been too shy to ask.
• Connecting you with therapists who make the experience safe, trusted, and deeply restorative.

The first time I let go, I walked out lighter—not just in body, but in spirit. I want that for you too.

So consider this your invitation. When you’re ready, let this be your first step to taking a little time for yourself.