One practitioner. Many rooms.
Christine “Chrissy” Webb · Carmel, Indiana
Most people find me after they have already tried things. A doctor, a therapist, a drawer full of supplements that did not fix it. They do not need another specialist and another waiting room. They need one person who can see the whole picture and actually work with it. That is the job.
Most practitioners pick a lane.
I cut my teeth in the helping profession doing social work, and what I saw there shaped everything: there is no one approach. It takes a village. Healing looks different by the season, and honestly, by the day. So I never picked a lane. Nine years as a licensed massage therapist. Seven in craniosacral fascial technique. Almost two decades of walking alongside people, as a direct support professional, inside hospital systems, as a bachelor’s level licensed drug and alcohol counselor facilitating intensive outpatient groups, and now as a coach and consultant. The rooms change. The work does not: meet the person in front of you, help them find what they actually need, hand them tools they can use without me.
What I believe.
Bodies are honest. They will tell you exactly what is going on if you have the training to listen and the patience to wait for it. People think what I do is magic. The real magic is the look on someone’s face when a pain they have carried for years finally lets go, and they realize the breakthrough was theirs.
Every body. Every history.
I do not need you to be polished, settled, certain, or healed. Bring a desire to dig in, and bring the rest however it is. I am not afraid of complicated. I do not flinch. I do not lecture. Most of what people bring into a session is just life, doing what it does.