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Not sure what it was...

but something pulled you in, didn’t it?

Maybe you saw a post that made you stop scrolling.

Or caught yourself nodding at a phrase like “f*ck the patriarchy from the inside.”

Whether you’re curious, skeptical, or just plain tired of feeling like you’re the only one doing all the things—you’re not alone here.

Truth is?

I tried the big, loud rebellion.

I yelled. I argued. I posted.

And after a while, it just felt like shouting into the void while nothing around me actually changed.

So I turned inward.

I stopped trying to change the system from the outside and started reclaiming my personal power from within.

That shift—messy, imperfect, and deeply personal—is what shaped who I am now:

A personal power alchemist who teaches moms* how to rise without

self-abandoning, burning out, or breaking themselves in the process.

And that’s the heartbeat of Rebel Bloom Society.

Not performative “empowerment.”

Not productivity hacks dressed up as self-care.

Just real rooted rebellion—

from the inside out.

Because reclaiming your voice doesn’t always look like roaring.
Sometimes, it looks like resting.
Sometimes, it looks like rewriting the rules.

Sometimes, it looks like

remembering who the hell you were before they told you to be quiet.

If that’s the kind of power you’re craving—
you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

I'm Christie, and this space is for you.

For the ones rewriting their story, even when their hands still shake, including myself.

The sacred spark beneath the weight

I know what it means to live under the weight of trauma and patriarchal conditioning—

until you realize it was never yours to carry.

For most of my life, I felt trapped—

by generational wounds, by expectations, by a world that told me to stay small.

Trauma has a way of etching itself into our bodies, our choices, and our sense of what’s possible.

And when you grow up in a system that thrives on compliance,

it can take a lifetime to realize the rules were never made to protect you.

But I always had a spark—a quiet, relentless pull to question the way things were.

A knowing that injustice should never be normalized.

A refusal to let oppression be mistaken for care.

That spark carried me through years of survival, loss, and unlearning.

The Roots of My Story

I was conditioned early to play small, stay quiet, and meet everyone else's needs before my own.

Like so many of us, I internalized the belief that being "good" meant being selfless—even invisible.

That pressure came from all angles: family, religion, culture, and systems that weren’t built for sensitive, intuitive, strong-willed girls.

So I adapted. I masked. I over-functioned.

I did all the things I thought would earn me safety and belonging.

But I still felt like I was barely holding it together—

because deep down, I knew none of it was actually me.

The Blossoming of a Quiet Rebel

In 2011, when I lost my five-year-old son, Liam, in a tragic accident, that spark nearly went out.

Grief consumed me, and I struggled for years to find my way out of the darkness,

peeling back the layers of trauma and conditioning that had kept me in survival mode.

Then, in 2021, everything I had fought for was tested again.

A life attempt within my family forced me to stand firm, advocate fiercely, and trust everything I had spent years unlearning and reclaiming.

It was the moment I realized that

autonomy, authenticity, alignment, assertiveness, and agency aren’t just ideals—

They are the foundation of safety, self-trust, and true liberation.

Why I Created Rebel Bloom Society

Not to teach women how to “fix” themselves—because you were never broken.

But to help burnt-out moms unlearn the roles we were forced into, reconnect with our own inner wisdom, and take back the space we were always meant to grow into.

I didn’t build this work overnight.

It’s the result of decades of trial and error, hard-won lessons, and relentless refinement.

I’ve merged my professional expertise in psychology
and coaching with my lived experience as:

A late-diagnosed autistic woman navigating a world never built for me.

An advocate and mother to higher-needs children in a system that demands we conform.

A woman who refuses to be boxed in by expectations that never considered our own needs, wants, and desires.