Inner Alchemy Alcove

I didn’t find this work—it found me. Not in some poetic, romantic sense. More like… it haunted me until I stopped running.

I spent years trying to “do it right.”

I read all the books.

Got all the trainings to become a therapist and then healer in practically any modality and philosophy you can think of.

I went to therapy myself, did somatics, rebalanced my hormones, tracked my sleep cycles, aligned my nervous system, opened my chakras, went on altered state journeys, journaled until I couldn’t see straight. I tried clean eating, clean thinking, and cleansing every part of myself that might be unclean.

And still, I felt lost.

So I tried what a lot of people try when nothing seems to work. I gave up—not on life, but on figuring it all out.

I even said “screw it” for a while and just made art. Started a few small businesses to pass the time and keep the lights on. But no matter what I did, I always ended up right back here:

Walking with people through their inner worlds.

The truth is, there is no single modality that helped me or the people I walk with. None of them addressed the whole. Most systems are good at parts. They dissect and diagnose, name and treat. They talk about the body. Or the brain. Or the behavior. Sometimes, if lucky, all three.

But what about the spirit?

The part of us that wants to be here…but can’t find a reason to keep going?

That’s where I live now. In the in-between. The liminal. The part of the path most systems skip past because it’s too raw, too ambiguous, too hard to brand.

I publicly call bullshit on bypass-heavy wellness spaces that shame your shadow. On mental health industries that medicate pain without asking what it’s trying to say. On coaching containers that sell success while avoiding the actual mess.

I don’t believe in one-size-fits-all healing.

I don’t believe in the fantasy of being fully “healed,” either.

I believe in process—messy, sacred, spiral-shaped process.

I believe in grief as initiation. In shame as a threshold. In rage as a compass. I believe in the body as oracle. And in the soul’s timing over any formula.

No, I don’t guide people into becoming bestselling authors or seven-figure entrepreneurs. Their soul will if that’s their call.

Mostly, I help people remember what it feels like to enjoy a simple routine again. Sometimes reignite a creative spark dimmed by survival. Sometimes it’s teaching others to sit with grief. Or making space for anger. Or creating rituals to honor the parts of us that never got to say goodbye.

Some people call me a counselor. Or a death doula. Or a teacher.

I don’t really care. I’m just a human who helps other humans find their way through the dark 🕯️

These days, I guide a local somatic therapy and support group for veterans and first responders and teach about trauma recovery for free on YouTube and Facebook (donations accepted but not required).

I also create art, grow plants and run a membership that helps fund my free work.

It’s a mythically-informed, psychologically-grounded paid membership for those walking the liminal edge between shadow work and soul work—where inner alchemy isn’t just a metaphor, it’s a felt, embodied path.

We explore the sacred tension between descent and emergence, trauma and transcendence, chaos and creative fire.

Together, we dive into:

✧ Depth and transpersonal psychology

✧ Archetypes, shadow work, and inner parts

✧ Applied esoteric and alchemical principles

✧ The mystical, the mythic, and the liminal

✧ Soul-making, creative process, and ritual

✧ The integration of intellect, intuition, and embodied knowing

It’s a space for exploring and making meaning out of the mess—without getting lost on the next spaceship to Nibiru. I’m not judging—I’ve been there too.

Thank you for being here and supporting my work.

For collaborations, interviews, or creative partnerships, I welcome the opportunity to co-create meaningful change. Let’s connect via email at laurenrose@inneralchemyalcove.com.