Woman Unwound, 231 Canada Street, Fredericton, NB (2026)

The Space for all Cycle and Curse Breakers who are looking to regulate their nervous system's.

09/08/2026

I don't do the work I do now for no reason.

I didn't become this woman because I decided one day that generational trauma, cycle breaking and nervous system healing were interesting topics. I didn't set out to spend my life talking about the s**t nobody wants to talk about, digging into the places families would rather leave buried or asking uncomfortable questions about why we keep repeating the same patterns generation after generation.

I became this woman because I needed her so fu***ng bad.

For a very long time, I did what most of us are told to do when something isn't right. I looked for help. I accessed the services that were available to me. I talked to professionals. I learned how to manage symptoms. I learned coping strategies. I learned how to function. I learned how to keep going.

There is value in those things. There absolutely is. Sometimes symptom management is what keeps you alive long enough to get to the point where you can actually do the deeper work.

Eventually I had to ask myself a very uncomfortable question: what happens when everything I'm being offered is designed to help me manage the consequences, but nobody is helping me understand what created them in the first place? How long can a person spend managing symptoms before somebody finally asks what the symptoms are trying to tell us?

I became (still am 😜) fu***ng obsessed with understanding the root.

I wanted to understand trauma beyond the event itself. I wanted to understand what happens when trauma becomes a pattern, when the body learns to live in survival mode, when children adapt to environments they cannot escape and then carry those adaptations into adulthood. I wanted to understand what happens when one generation survives something and unknowingly hands the survival strategy to the next.

I wanted to understand why some women become hyper-independent, why some disappear into caretaking, why some tolerate things that are slowly destroying them, why some can't rest without feeling guilty and why some of us can look like we have our s**t completely together while internally we are barely holding the fu***ng pieces together.

I wanted to know why. Not just how to make it hurt less, but Fu***ng Why?!

I had spent enough of my life learning how to survive. I needed to understand how to stop living as though survival was still required and I couldn't find enough of that in the places I was looking. So I went looking elsewhere.

I studied. I learned. I questioned. I dug. I sat with things I would have much rather avoided. I started connecting dots between the body, the nervous system, trauma, attachment, family systems, behaviour, coping mechanisms and the things we inherit without ever consciously choosing them.

The more I learned, the more I realized how fu***ng little we talk about the actual root of so much of what women are experiencing.We talk about anxiety. We talk about depression. We talk about addiction. We talk about anger. We talk about chronic stress. We talk about relationship problems. We talk about parenting struggles. We talk about burnout.

We talk about women being overwhelmed and exhausted and disconnected from themselves, but how often are we willing to ask what came before all of that?

What did she have to survive? What did she learn she had to become in order to survive it? What did her mother survive? What did her grandmother survive?What did nobody ever talk about?

What became so normal inside that family unit that nobody even recognized it as dysfunction anymore?

Those are the questions that pulled me deeper and deeper into this work. Eventually I realized something that I couldn't unsee. Some women are not struggling because they aren't trying hard enough. Some women have spent their entire fu***ng lives trying.

They have tried therapy. They have tried medication. They have tried yoga. They have tried meditation. They have tried diets, routines, supplements, medication, boundaries, self help books, breathing exercises and every other thing someone has told them might finally make them feel like themselves again.

Many of those things help and many of them are essential. Yet we are often asking a woman to regulate a nervous system that has spent decades believing she is not safe, while never giving her the opportunity to understand why.

We are asking her to change behaviours that were built as survival mechanisms without helping her understand what those behaviours were protecting her from. We are asking her to stop repeating cycles without teaching her how those cycles were created in the first place.

That isn't a failure of the woman it is a failure of the approach....

I have stopped wanting to simply help women feel better for a little while. I want to understand what is underneath the fu***ng pain.

I wanted to understand the woman underneath the coping mechanism. The woman underneath the diagnosis. The woman underneath the anger. The woman underneath the perfectionism. The woman underneath the addiction. The woman underneath the hyper independence. The woman who learned so early that she couldn't rely on anyone that eventually she didn't even know how to let someone help her.

That woman is the one I care about because I know that woman deeply. I don't do this work because I have somehow risen above all of it. I do it because I have been in it.

There are things I know about trauma because I studied them. There are things I know because I have worked with women carrying them. There are things I know because I have fu***ng lived them.

I will never pretend that my education gives me the right to tell someone what her experience was. I will never pretend that my story is the same as another woman's story. I also won't pretend that I somehow arrived at this work untouched by the very things I talk about.

I became obsessed with the nervous system because I needed to understand my own. I became obsessed with generational trauma because I needed to understand what I was carrying that didn't begin with me. I became obsessed with cycle breaking because I had to understand what I was passing forward and what I was determined to stop.

I became this woman because I needed someone to be her for me and when I couldn't find enough of that woman, I fu***ng became her.

Not perfectly. Not without falling apart. Not without making mistakes. Not without having to look at parts of myself that were painful as hell to see. I became her anyway. That is what cycle breaking actually looks like.

It isn't a clean, inspirational journey where you suddenly realize your purpose and everything falls into place. Sometimes it is a woman who has survived enough that she finally says, “There has to be another way.” Sometimes it is refusing to accept that managing the symptoms is the best we can offer.

Sometimes it is becoming so unwilling to abandon yourself that you start digging into the places nobody else wanted to go. Sometimes it is realizing that you are not just healing yourself. You are changing what becomes possible for the people who come after you.

I need to say something else here, because this is part of why I am so fu***ng serious about this work.

There are women walking around right now who have survived things that should have destroyed them. Some of them are lucky to be alive at all. Some of us became incredibly good at functioning because the alternative was not an option. Some of us learned how to smile, work, parent, show up, take care of everyone else and keep moving while carrying things that nobody around us could see.

That is not weakness. That is survival. But survival has a cost. Eventually, somebody has to be willing to ask what that cost has been.

That is what I want to talk about. Not just the polished version of healing. Not just the parts that fit neatly into a wellness post. I want to talk about the s**t underneath it.

The things we don't say. The things we were told to forget. The things we normalized because we didn't know there was another way. The things our bodies remember even when our minds have spent years trying not to.

I think I'm finally ready to start telling more of my own story alongside it. Not because I think my story is more important than anyone else's. Not because I want anyone's pity. Definitely not because I have some perfectly wrapped up ending to offer you.

I'm telling it because I have spent a long time understanding my life through pieces. Through symptoms. Through memories. Through patterns. Through things that didn't make sense until they did. There is something powerful about finally putting those pieces together and being honest about what they created.

The woman I am today did not appear out of nowhere. She was built. She was built through everything I survived, everything I questioned, everything I had to unlearn and everything I refused to keep carrying forward. The work I do now is not separate from that story. It came from it.

I needed this work. I needed someone to go deeper. Nobody was doing it in the way I needed it done. That is why I do what I do.

You're about to understand a whole lot more about why....

We aren't going to start at childhood though... Not because it doesn't matter, but because we're missing a huge key component in accountability, honesty and truth. We're going to start at an age where we as a society, suddenly start saying "they are making their own choices now."

Choices don't happen in a vacuum and they certainly didn't start from fu***ng nowhere but we love to shove children into "bad kid category" while denying all the reasons that child might be acting out....

So I'm about to start telling you all where I really started out so that I am no longer only showing you only who I am today. That polarity is absolutely ridiculous to see on paper and I'm hopeful it'll give everyone who is suffering a bit of hope that suffering isn't forever 💜

Candace Raynes
Woman Unwound

09/08/2026

✨️✨️ Remaining Availability for the Next Couple of Weeks ✨️✨️

Your nervous system will thank you, and so will your kids.

A healthy, rested and well cared for mom creates a very different environment for her children than one who is constantly running on empty. When we are overwhelmed, exhausted, overstimulated and carrying more than our bodies were ever meant to hold, it affects how we move through our entire lives. It affects our patience, our capacity, our relationships and, inevitably, the way we show up for the people we love most.

Taking care of yourself is not selfish. It is not something you have to earn after everyone else has been taken care of. It is part of taking care of your family.

I also want to encourage you not to wait until your entire body is screaming before you come in. The body usually gives us plenty of warning before it reaches that point. Tight shoulders, a clenched jaw, headaches, poor sleep, persistent tension, fatigue and that general feeling of being completely wrung out are all reasons to pay attention.

The more proactive and intentional we can be with our care, the better our bodies tend to respond. When we are not constantly trying to pull ourselves out of a state of complete depletion, treatments can land more deeply, the results can last longer and we have a much better opportunity to create meaningful change rather than simply putting out the next fire.

You do not need to be falling apart to deserve care.

You do not need to have a major reason to book an appointment.

You are allowed to take care of yourself because you matter, too.

I have some remaining availability over the next couple of weeks for those who have been meaning to get in, need some maintenance or simply recognize that their body is asking for some attention.

Treatments are covered by most major insurance companies, with some plans offering direct billing.

If you have been telling yourself that you will book when things settle down, this is your reminder that things may never completely settle down. There will always be another appointment, another responsibility, another thing that needs to be done.

You still need to live in your body through all of it.

Let’s take care of the person who is carrying it all. 💜💛💙🩷

Message Candace Raynes or Woman Unwound to grab your spot or head to www.womanunwound.noterro.com to book yourself in online.

09/07/2026

Part of deciding to become a cycle breaker is deciding that you are willing to say the s**t nobody else wants to say.

Not because you think you are better than the people who came before you. Not because you believe your parents were monsters or that your grandparents knew exactly what they were doing. Most of them were doing the best they could with what they had, and what they had was often fu***ng inadequate. They were raising children in communities where addiction was normalized, emotional pain was rarely talked about, mental health supports were limited, poverty was something you were expected to endure quietly, and “what happens at home stays at home” was treated like a family value instead of what it often was: a way of protecting dysfunction.

I can hold compassion for that history without pretending it didn't shape us.

That distinction matters, especially when we start talking about what is happening in New Brunswick right now. The addiction crisis, homelessness, poverty, housing instability, mental health, physical health, family dysfunction and the sheer number of people struggling to keep their heads above water did not suddenly appear out of nowhere. These are not isolated problems that materialized because a bunch of people collectively stopped trying hard enough. They are the accumulated result of generations of systems, beliefs, coping mechanisms, economic conditions and community patterns that have been allowed to continue largely unquestioned.

At some point, we have to be willing to look at the result and ask ourselves what the f**k we are actually doing. We can't keep doing the same things and then act shocked when we keep getting the same outcomes.

We can't keep teaching children that drinking is how adults cope with stress and then be surprised when alcohol becomes one of the primary coping mechanisms in their own lives. We can't normalize driving snowmobiles, ATVs or vehicles while impaired because “that's just what people do around here” and then pretend we are teaching kids something different. We can't tell women to stay quiet about what happens in their homes because everyone knows everyone else's business, then wonder why generations of children grow up learning that abuse, instability and emotional neglect are simply things you endure.

We can't keep telling people to work harder while ignoring the conditions that make stability harder to achieve. We can't keep treating poverty as a personal failure, addiction as a moral failure and homelessness as something that happened to people who simply made bad choices, while refusing to examine the environments and systems that helped produce those outcomes in the first place.

That is not accountability. That is avoidance.

Real accountability is uncomfortable because it requires us to look at the parts of our culture that we have normalized simply because they have been around for a long fu***ng time. It also requires us to stop confusing compassion with absolution.

Yes, our parents had their own trauma. Yes, our grandparents lived through things we may never fully understand. Yes, many families were desperately lacking support, resources, education, emotional skills and access to meaningful help. Some people were surviving circumstances that gave them very few healthy options.

All of that can be true. It can also be true that what helped one generation survive can become deeply damaging when the next generation continues it without questioning it. That is where cycle breaking begins.

It begins when we stop asking only, “Why did they do this to me?” and eventually become willing to ask, “What am I continuing to do because this is what I was taught?”

That question can take us into some uncomfortable as f**k territory.

It can make us look at our relationship with alcohol. The way we parent. The way we communicate. The relationships we stay in. The things we tolerate. The things we teach our children without ever actually saying them out loud. The way we respond to anger. The way we handle conflict. The way we talk about money, poverty, s*x, mental health, addiction, women, men, responsibility and suffering. It can make us recognize that sometimes the thing we are calling “normal” is simply familiar.

I am okay talking about the s**t nobody else wants to talk about. I am okay saying that some of what we have normalized is not fu***ng healthy. I am okay acknowledging that New Brunswick has some very real cultural and systemic problems without pretending that every person here is responsible for them or that every family looks the same.

I am okay being uncomfortable if being uncomfortable is what finally gets us to tell the truth. I don't want to spend the rest of my life explaining why our families and communities became this way. I want to know what we are going to do differently now that we can see it.

That is the part of cycle breaking nobody can do for us. At some point, we have to decide that the story does not have to continue simply because it started before us.

Maybe it ends with us. Maybe we become the generation that is willing to look directly at the s**t we inherited, take responsibility for what we are still carrying forward, and then make different choices. Not perfectly. Not overnight. Not without fu***ng up.

Just differently.

That is what I mean when I say I want to break cycles. I don't want to be the person who can perfectly explain where the dysfunction came from while continuing to participate in it.

I want to be willing to tell the truth about it so that maybe, eventually, we can create a different experience in our own lives, in our families, and in the communities we are raising our children in.

Somebody has to be willing to say the s**t.

I am.

Candace Raynes
Woman Unwound

09/06/2026

There are a lot of women (yes men too but I can only speak from my own lane) waking up to the realization that had they been loved properly, had they been allowed to actually be children, had they been surrounded by genuine unconditional love and safety, they would probably be very different people living very different lives.

That realization can f**k with you. I personally was so good at keeping on keeping on that when I started EMDR and scored 100% on the Childhood Trauma form that I cracked a joke 🤦‍♀️

Eventually you start looking at your life through a completely different lens. You start understanding that some of the things you have spent decades blaming yourself for were never character flaws to begin with. They were adaptations. They were survival strategies. They were things your developing brain and nervous system learned to do because the environment you were growing up in required them.

Some of us are only still here because of nature. Not because we were loved well. Not because we were safe as children. Not because we came from families where we were consistently protected, nurtured, understood or emotionally held. Some of us survived because there was something inside us that kept insisting that none of this s**t was okay, even when we didn't have the language to explain why.

Some of us are alive out of fu***ng spite.

There was a little voice somewhere inside that refused to completely believe the adults who were telling us, directly or indirectly, that we were the problem. That voice might have been quiet, buried and beaten down by years of conditioning, but it was there. It kept telling us that something about the way we were being treated wasn't right.

Some of us didn't recognize any of this until we had our own children. Some of us (👋) can see the difference between one child to the next. Each of my children has had a very different experience with me.

That was certainly part of my realization. I started to understand that loving a child properly is not simply providing them with a roof over their head and food in the refrigerator. Those things matter, obviously, but they are the fu***ng baseline. Children need connection. They need emotional safety. They need someone who is interested in who they are rather than primarily concerned with how they behave. They need someone who can tolerate their emotions without making those emotions about themselves. They need to know that making a mistake doesn't threaten their belonging.

They need to be allowed to be children.

For some of us, nurture played very little role in our survival or in where we have worked incredibly hard to get ourselves. We learned how to function because functioning was necessary. We learned how to anticipate other people's moods, manage other people's emotions, keep the peace, perform well and make ourselves acceptable. We learned how to look perfectly fine from the outside because the adults around us needed us to look perfectly fine.

Some of us were treated like little extensions of the adults who raised us. We were expected to represent them well, behave properly in public and never do anything that might make them look bad. Our internal worlds were secondary to the image they needed to maintain.

For some of us, unconditional love was something we experienced rarely and sometimes only through our grandparents (aunts, uncles, other people's families). They may have been the people who made us feel safe without even realizing how profoundly important that safety was. They may have been the people who loved us without requiring a performance in return. Then they died (moved, etc etc), and with them went one of the only places where we knew what it felt like to be loved without having to earn it.

Then we were left to figure the rest of it out ourselves.

The ramifications of childhood trauma are still barely understood in the way they deserve to be understood, yet we are watching them play out in real time all around us. We are watching adults struggle with relationships, boundaries, emotional regulation, self-worth, addiction, anxiety, anger, shame, perfectionism, people-pleasing and self-abandonment without necessarily understanding where those patterns originated.

We keep talking about what people do without asking what happened to the nervous system that learned to do it.

A childhood filled with chronic trauma doesn't simply leave you with some unpleasant memories from the past. When a child is repeatedly exposed to fear, instability, neglect, emotional abuse, violence, unpredictability or the absence of reliable attachment, their developing brain and nervous system adapt to that environment. The brain is incredibly fu***ng good at adapting to whatever it believes is necessary for survival.

The problem is that what helps a child survive their childhood can become the very thing that makes adulthood so difficult.

A child who has to constantly monitor the emotional state of the adults around them may become an adult who cannot relax until everyone else is okay. A child who learns that mistakes result in rejection may become an adult whose perfectionism is absolutely relentless. A child who learns that their needs are burdensome may become an adult who feels guilty for having needs at all. A child who learns that love can disappear without warning may become an adult who experiences ordinary distance in a relationship as abandonment.

The brain was not broken because the child failed. The brain adapted because the child was trying to survive.

Chronic childhood trauma can affect the development and functioning of systems involved in threat detection, stress regulation, emotional processing, memory, attachment and executive functioning. It can leave a nervous system that is far more familiar with threat than safety. The body can continue responding to present-day situations through patterns that were formed when the person had far fewer resources, far less autonomy and absolutely no ability to simply remove themselves from the environment.

That means some of us have spent our entire adult lives making decisions from a nervous system that still believes it is trying to survive childhood.

We call it anxiety. We call it overthinking. We call it being too sensitive. We call it people-pleasing. We call it bad judgment. We call it self-sabotage. We call it choosing the wrong relationships. We call it being difficult. We call it being broken.

What we are actually looking at is a nervous system that learned very early that safety was conditional. This is why telling someone with a deeply traumatized nervous system to simply "make better choices" can be such bulls**t.

Of course we need to take responsibility for our choices as adults. I believe in radical accountability. Accountability without understanding becomes another form of shame, and shame is not a particularly effective tool for rewiring a nervous system that was already built around fear.

We cannot shame ourselves into becoming regulated. We cannot hate ourselves into feeling safe. We cannot intellectually bully our bodies into believing that the danger is over.

Healing requires something much deeper. It requires learning to recognize the difference between what is happening now and what happened then. It requires creating enough safety that the nervous system can begin updating its expectations. It requires developing new experiences that contradict the old ones. It requires learning to feel emotions without immediately treating them as emergencies. It requires learning that boundaries don't automatically mean abandonment, that rest doesn't mean laziness, that asking for help doesn't make you a burden and that being loved does not require you to perform.

In other words, the work is not simply changing your thoughts. The work is changing the conditions under which your brain and body make decisions. That takes time. It takes repetition. It takes safety.

It takes relationships that don't continually reinforce the original wound. It takes a willingness to stop treating every survival adaptation as evidence that something is fundamentally wrong with you.

I look around at people who came from safe, stable, loving homes and I am so fu***ng envious sometimes. I wonder who I would have been if I had even been given half a chance to be a kid.

Like can you fu***ng imagine the things I could have done if I wasn't spending so much of my adult life undoing decades of big-T trauma?

How much energy might have been available for creating instead of surviving? How different might my relationships have been? How different might my confidence have been? What would I have pursued if fear, shame and self-loathing weren't taking up so much fu***ng space?

I don't ask those questions because I want to live in victimhood. I ask them because I think we need to become much more honest about what childhood actually does to a human being.

The childhood we come from plays a massive role in the nervous system we bring into adulthood. It influences what feels familiar, what feels threatening, what we believe we deserve, what we tolerate, what we pursue and what we believe is possible for us.

That doesn't mean our childhood gets to dictate our entire future. It means we need to stop pretending we can heal the consequences without acknowledging the cause.

I've spent well over twenty years in and out of therapy. In the beginning, so much of that work was for my kids. I wanted to learn how to mother better. I wanted to communicate better. I wanted to understand what children actually need from the adults responsible for them. I wanted to make sure my children were allowed to be children rather than unconsciously handing them the s**t I had inherited.

I left the military, my ex-husband, various versions of myself, my studio for my kids because at the end of the day, they really only had me, and it was my job to make sure I was there. I have continued to make almost every significant decision I've ever made with my children in mind.

They deserved it. They still do. Somewhere along the way, something else happened. I started realizing that the woman who was so determined to give her children what she didn't have was also a child once.

She deserved those things too. She deserved to be safe. She deserved to be protected. She deserved adults who could regulate themselves instead of making her responsible for their emotional worlds.

She deserved to be loved without performing for it. She deserved to f**k up without believing she had become unworthy. She deserved to have someone notice when she wasn't okay. She deserved to be a child.

I cannot go back and give that little girl the childhood she should have had. None of us can. There is grief in that. A fu***ng enormous amount of it.

I also don't think the answer is spending the rest of our lives trying to become the person we might have been if someone had loved us properly. I think the deeper work is discovering who we are now that we are finally learning how to love ourselves properly.

Who are you when your decisions aren't being made by terror?

Who are you when shame isn't sitting in the driver's seat?

Who are you when you don't have to earn your place?

Who are you when your nervous system finally begins to understand that the emergency is over?

I don't know exactly who I would have been if I had been given a different childhood. I will probably always wonder, but I know this:

I am not done becoming and neither are you!! The brain can change. The nervous system can learn. Patterns that were built through years of survival can be interrupted and rewritten through different experiences. We don't get to change where we started BUT we do get to participate in where we go next.

Maybe the most radical thing we can do with everything we survived is refuse to let it be the final word on who we become.

Candace Raynes
Woman Unwound

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