Today we’d like to introduce you to Patricia C. Rogers

Hi Patricia C., can you start by introducing yourself? We’d love to learn more about how you got to where you are today?

Picture this: I’m 28 years old, standing at the intersection of desperation and determination; my pockets empty and my silver Dodge Neon refusing to go in reverse. Life had dealt me a wild hand, but I was all in.
Starting my business? It was like trying to build a skyscraper with a paperclip. I used my apartment rent to snag my professional license – a gamble that felt like a wink to the cosmos. And my car? It was my trusty sidekick, refusing to back down (literally).

But let’s rewind. My past was a patchwork quilt of trauma, stitched together with resilience. Complex PTSD? Check. Stress-related illnesses? Double check. Mental health? A rollercoaster of nightmares. And relationships? Well, they were like leaky buckets, draining me drop by drop.

And then there was sobriety – my tightrope walk between reality and comfortable numbness. California sober? More like teetering on the edge, one foot in the ocean and the other in the desert.

But here’s the twist: I didn’t just survive; I soared. When life refused to go in reverse, I pushed and steered that stubborn car with 125 pounds of might and limitless resolve. I patched up my heart, stitched it with gold thread, and wore it proudly. And that business? It grew from a paperclip to a skyscraper, fueled by sheer audacity.

So, my friends, when life hands you a car that won’t back up, park it on a downhill slope and push forward. Because sometimes, the most crooked paths lead to the most breathtaking views.

I’m sure it wasn’t obstacle-free, but would you say the journey has been fairly smooth so far?

As a wide-eyed kid, my answer to the “What do you want to be when you grow up?” question was simple: “I just want to be happy.” Little did I know that this innocent wish would lead me down a winding path of struggle, resilience, and transformation.

The signs were there early, like breadcrumbs in the forest. Bedwetting, learning disability, and knees that bounced like they were auditioning for a rock band – I was an unsettled child. Sure, I aced intelligence tests, but school? Not my jam. And those first nine months of nonstop crying? Apparently, I thought I was auditioning for the posterchild of colic.

Fast forward to my teenage years. A suicide attempt at 12, self-harm at 15—my mental health journey kicked into high gear, complete with involuntary commitment to a psych ward. Diagnoses piled up like kids at a carnival, as psychopharmaceuticals roller-coastered my ride.

Young adulthood was a stormy sea: depression, addiction, domestic violence, and incarceration. Rock bottom was my address, and hopelessness was my roommate.

But then, a glimmer. A fellow West Virginian introduced me to a paradigm shift: trauma-informed mental health. Suddenly, nothing was wrong with me. I wasn’t broken; I was battle-tested. My coping mechanisms were survival badges. Shame? Left it at the door. Empowerment? Hell yes.

I dove headfirst into trauma-informed teachings, following my gut like a compass. Neuroanatomy became my secret weapon. I rewired my brain, one synapse at a time.

Strap in though, because here’s where my story takes a corkscrew turn. I was finally coasting through life as an accomplished brain therapist when fate threw me off the rails. In a single moment I lost all my gains when I suffered a traumatic brain injury in a car crash.

My on/off switch was broken, and I was left battling insomnia like a knight in pajama armor. With sleep deprivation came emotional chaos; it was like a rave that nobody wanted to roll up on. My old demons? Yeah, they decided to crash the party, uninvited.

I staggered into the hospital, ready to get my brain checked out because, clearly, it was having its own little rebellion. But instead of rolling out the red carpet and giving me the VIP neurological treatment, they were like, “Nope, you’re too fabulous for neuro, let’s party in the psych ward!”

So, there I was, in the psych ward, surrounded by a team of nine doctors who were convinced I’d lost my marbles for good this time. But let me tell you, I’ve studied enough neuroscience of mental health to open my own library. What I’ve learned is it’s not about the setbacks; it’s about the comebacks. And I’m coming back with glitter, baby!

I felt into my pharaoh warrior feet, called to attention the three remaining brain cells I had intact, a laid out the most epic care plan they’d ever seen—starting with step one: return my clothes and unlock the door.
And guess what? It worked! They handed me back my freedom, and I strutted out of there like a rockstar leaving a sold-out show—minus my daily dose of V-8 juice.

Next stop? My colleague’s place. But not just any colleague—a wizard at CranioSacral therapy. And let me tell you, it’s like they’ve got magic hands that can talk directly to your noggin. They went to work, reprogramming my brain to the tune of “Kumbaya.”

In a mere four days my emotions were balanced, my brain was on the mend, and my nights were rocked to sleep with a luscious, sweet sprinkling of ‘you’re a badass’ dust from the sandman himself.

I was back, baby, and ready to take on the world with my newly tuned-up body and brain. Because when life gives you lemons, you don’t just make lemonade; you add a splash of cranial magic, and boom, you’re the lemonade stand CEO.

In my CranioSacral therapy practice, I share these principles with clients. We decode their brains, unravel trauma, and dance with healing. From orthopedic injuries to childhood trauma’s impact on brain development, we rewrite stories etched in the body and brain.

And that common thread? The impacts of trauma on health and happiness, from the Big T traumas that make news headlines to the little t traumas we all experience. It echoes in substance use disorder, too. So, here I am in Appalachia, armed with embodiment, helping StruggleBusters reclaim their lives.

Life’s chaos? My canvas. Struggle? My muse. And happiness? Well, it’s not a destination; it’s the wild ride that shapes us.

We’ve been impressed with Body Smarts, but for folks who might not be as familiar, what can you share with them about what you do and what sets you apart from others?

Okay, buckle up, because we’re about to dive into the cosmic swirl of transformation.

• CranioSacral Therapy: Ever heard of it? Probably not, but that’s our secret sauce. It’s like a spa day for your brain and nervous system. Burned-out high achievers, listen up: We’re here to help you do less, feel better, and dance with abundance. Imagine your brain doing a happy jig – that’s us.

• Body Smarts® Vibe: Picture this: Trauma-informed meets neuroanatomy, sprinkled with glitter. We’re like the unicorn of wellness – magical, yet grounded.

• Why We Rock: My complex trauma history? It’s my superpower. I’ve danced with darkness and emerged wiser. So, yeah, I’ve got a leg up on most therapists.

• StruggleBusters® Unite: Workaholics, gather ’round. We’ll help you keep your edge without losing your sanity. It’s like juggling flaming swords, but with a safety net.

• 3-Day Immersion: Our turbo-charged rocket ship. Clients hop on, and BAM! Smarter, shinier versions of themselves emerge. Life obstacles? Pfft, they’re toast.

• Body Smarts® Book: It’s like a treasure map to your inner gold mine. Master your stress response, kick those little traumas to the curb, and ditch the emotional rollercoaster. No ruminating on the worst experiences of your life is required.

So, dear reader, grab your glitter cape and join us. Body Smarts® – where fun meets transformation, and your brain does a victory dance.

Are there any books, apps, podcasts or blogs that help you do your best?

Here’s the lowdown on my go-to goodies for keeping my mojo running like a champ.

I kick off the day by diving into a steamy 90-minute hot yoga session in my personal sweatbox, cranking it up to a sizzling 105 degrees. It’s like a spa day for my soul before the sun comes up.

Then, I hit the road and tune into Abraham Hicks’ ‘Getting into the Vortex’ because, let’s be real, who doesn’t need the Universe whispering sweet nothings in their ear during rush hour?

On the flip side, my drive home is all about cranking up the tunes that make my heart sing and my spirit do a happy dance.

When the stars come out, it’s time to chill with Joe Dispenza’s ‘Breaking the Habit of Being Yourself’—because sometimes, you gotta meditate to levitate.

And on those days when the clouds roll in and I’m throwing myself a pity party, I call on Jen Sincero to bring me back with ‘You Are a Badass’ and remind myself that I’m the boss of my own freakin’ awesome life.

Pricing:

• • Let’s talk transformation – the kind that shifts gears and revs up your soul. The 3-Day Immersion? It’s your golden ticket to the driver’s seat of life. And guess what? It’s a steal at just $3,400. Picture this: 18 hours of masterful therapy. We’re talking turbocharged insights, heart-to-brain conversations, and cosmic recalibration. Your life experience? It’s about to hit warp speed – with ease, health, and abundance riding shotgun. So, my friend, grab the wheel. The road ahead? It’s paved with stardust.
• • Get ready to unlock the vault of your mind with the Body Smarts® Guided Journal, all for the no-brainer price of 50 bucks. It’s like having a personal cheerleader for your soul without breaking the bank. So grab a pen and get ready to scribble your way to smarty-pants enlightenment!

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