A Light in the Darkness

"How far that little candle throws (her) beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world." - William Shakespeare

Dec 21, 2024

Hi Loves,

You probably know me from Amy Everhart Coaching, where I helped creative women pursue their passions by starting dream businesses and finding dream careers. While that business was successful on paper, it never really felt like “it” for me. After a pretty wild series of plot twists, I tore it down, and I’ve been building something new ever since. Something real-er, true-er, and bigger—for you. It’s called Irrepressible.

Here’s the tea on what went down…and what’s next.

Why Irrepressible, Why Now

In 2020, church went online because of COVID. It’s my family’s Christmas Eve tradition to go to an evening service and then out to hibachi. Because hibachi was cancelled, we sat together in the living room to watch the First Baptist pastor on the livestream service.

I had left the church a long time ago, but it was our family tradition, so I filled a red solo cup with Eve’s Apple Chardonnay—my impotent rebellion—and settled in.

As the pastor told the familiar story of Jesus’s birth, he tried to highlight the act of love it was to come to messy, stinky, embodied earth—and for you, no less! A sinner! “And remember,” he said cheerfully, “You don’t deserve it. You deserve hell.”

I did a spit take. No one had ever said the quiet part loud before.

Something…snapped.

In that moment, the spell was broken. “Do I really deserve…hell? Pain and suffering? Of course not. How did I ever believe that? How much of my life have I unconsciously created based on the idea that I’m deeply flawed and broken… wrong somehow?”

I was shocked that one subconscious story from childhood was still running the show, determining what I deserved to have and receive…how happy I was allowed to be…the types of relationships I was worthy of, how much I was allowed to like my body, how much money was okay for me earn, how much rest and nourishment and pleasure were allowed.

I started asking: What do I really want?

What am I allowed to want?

What if what I want is…bad? Or…dangerous?

If I allowed myself to want…would I ruin my entire life?

And if I let go of this story…if I let go of other people’s expectations for me and dropped the rigid posture of perfection, how could I be trusted with that much freedom, that much wild aliveness?

It started a chain reaction—a process of awakening—that led me to journey deep into the underworld of my own beliefs, my shadows…my repressed desires and emotions, entire parts of myself of that I had cut off and disowned in order to be someone else’s version of good.

And slowly, one by one, I reclaimed the lost parts of myself that had been repressed and never been allowed to exist. I sat with them and heard their stories. I apologized for keeping them locked away as prisoners so long. I let them out—little by little at first, until we trusted each other. And through that process, I healed into wholeness.

I won’t lie to you—it was messy. And hard. A lot of it hurt. But who I became through that process was who I was always meant to be.

And as I began to shed the repressed good girl and start living as this irrepressible woman, my entire life began to shift in magical ways, and opportunities I never dreamed of began falling in my lap. I could hear my inner voice for the first time in a long time. I met the scandalous part of myself that wanted things like beauty, pleasure, abundance, freedom, romance, wildness—and I learned that my desires weren’t actually leading me astray, but instead home to exactly what was meant for me.

Irrepressible is the art I’ve created from that journey.

I made this business for us.

Cursebreakers, wayshowers, good girls, eldest daughters who were a pleasure to have in class. Women who have twisted and shrunk themselves to fit into other people’s stories. Women who want the pen back.

With so many voices telling us what we’re allowed to do and who we’re allowed to be, it’s no wonder that we end up confused and disconnected from the truth of our desires, or worse—afraid of them. If you’re ready to take off the good girl shoes and create the life of your dreams—or even figure out what your dreams are!—you’re in the right place.

At its core, Irrepressible is a love letter to Baby Amy and a love letter to you. A small candle for the moments you’re in the dark. A reminder of who you really are.

Wherever you are in the process of unfreezing, of waking up, of coming to life, you don’t have to do it alone anymore.

Are you close?

Can you taste it?

Go on…bite the apple.

This is the foundation we’ll build together: you, but the most alive, nourished, shining, well-fed, well-orgasmed, in-your-power version of you. The wild and free you. The she-goes-for-what-she-wants you. The resourced, held, trusting, loved, supported version of you. The confident and clear you. The I-know-myself-and-trust-myself you.

It all starts with healing from the “good girl” guilt of what you’re supposed to do and who you're supposed to be. I called it rule-breaking for good girls, and it’s absolutely the key to everything missing in your life.

So…let’s get into it.

I’m teaching 4 virtual courses based on everything I’ve learned from my own personal journey as a (certified, trauma-informed) intimacy coach healing from purity culture and good girl wounding:

Goodbye, Good Girl Guilt
Sexual Awakening 101
Rule-Breaking for Good Girls
And my book club: Smut for Healing

Click here to get on the waitlist.

Many of the resources I create will remain free, but I also offer 1:1 mentorship, coaching, and support if you’re ready to break free and make 2025 the year you open to receiving exactly what you want.

Click here to get the details.

I’m also working on a business/career-building resource vault with the old goodies from Amy Everhart Coaching, so stay tuned if you’d like access to those, too. Be sure to follow me on Instagram for the latest and for behind-the-scenes/early access stuff.

Before that fateful streaming church service in 2020, my family and I had always gone to a smaller church that ended the Christmas Eve service with Silent Night. Ushers would hand out candles and acolytes went from aisle to aisle, lighting one candle on the end of the pew. Whoever’s candle was lit would turn to the next person, lighting theirs. And so on and so on till the small, dark church glowed.

My hope is that my soul baby, Irrepressible, born on the darkest night of the year, gives you a little bit of light.

If any of this speaks to you, join me in healing yourself so we can not only experience our deepest desires and potential, but so we can lead from our healing, not our wounding. I’ll pass my candlelight to you and together, we’ll light up the dark.

Merry Christmas, love. You deserve every bit of the goodness coming to you.