I didn’t start with a platform. Or a plan. Or a polished brand.
I started with raw thoughts scribbled between feedings
—journaling emotions I didn’t have words for yet.
I wasn’t building a business. I was holding onto myself, one word at a time, so I wouldn’t disappear into the noise.
That writing became Uncensored. That book became a message. And now, that message is becoming a movement—for women who feel like I did: unseen, exhausted, and searching for themselves in the chaos of motherhood.
If that’s you… you’re not alone. This space was built for you.
It started with my story. And now it’s yours, too.
– Sandrine Lavoie-Filion
Before you read more, I want you to hear my voice.
Not because I’ve figured it all out, but because I’ve been where you are.
In this video, I’m not sharing a bio.
I’m sharing the parts I almost kept to myself.
The nights I felt invisible. The pressure to keep smiling. The quiet ache of losing the version of myself I used to know.
I’m not just a wellness coach for women.
I’m a woman who had to learn, through tears, trial, and a lot of late-night journaling, what real healing actually feels like.
If you’ve ever thought, “I can’t do this alone,” this is for you.
Press play. I’ll be here.
And maybe you’ll see that you’ve been here all along, too
There was a night I remember, not because it was loud, but because I felt like I was disappearing.
I was sitting on the floor, holding my baby on one side while milk leaked from the other.
Sweating. Exhausted. Covered in spit-up and pee.
The diaper had exploded. My body felt like it belonged to everyone but me.
I wasn’t just tired. I was unrecognizable.
I hadn’t planned the pregnancy.
But I had done everything “right.”
Took the courses. Smiled at the appointments. Pretended I wasn’t unraveling.
And still, I felt like a ghost inside my own life.
I didn’t know how to grieve something I couldn’t name.
Not a death. Not a failure.
Just… the slow erasing of the woman I used to be.
So I opened my laptop.
Not to be wise. Not to be helpful.
Just to whisper to myself: “You’re still in there.”
That whisper turned into pages.
Those pages became Uncensored First-time Mom Confessions.
And what started as survival became the foundation of every conversation I now have with women like you.
Because I don’t coach from a stage.
I coach from the floor I once sat on, soaked, swollen, and scared, holding everything I thought I should be, and wondering if I’d ever feel like myself again.
I wrote Uncensored during the quietest, darkest moments of my life.
Not for a platform. Not for a brand. Just so I wouldn’t disappear.
The book is divided in two parts—
the first half is my pregnancy, the second is my first year as a mother.
Both are written with the same rawness and honesty I couldn’t find anywhere else.
I talk about the moment I found out I was pregnant—and how overwhelmed I felt when everyone expected me to be overjoyed.
I talk about the fear of miscarriages, the awkwardness of telling people, the boundaries I had to fight for, and what labor really felt like.
And then came the part no one prepares you for.
The part after the baby comes home.
The meltdowns. The sleep deprivation. The guilt.
The way every cry suddenly became your fault in the eyes of others.
The comments. The comparisons. The shame no one talks about.
This isn’t a parenting guide.
It’s a permission slip.
To be confused. To be angry. To grieve. To question.
To not love every moment.
To stop pretending you’re fine when you’re falling apart inside.
If you’ve ever whispered, “I miss myself,” this book is for you.
“Reading this book felt like listening to a friend, who was holding it all in for
a while and now is finally telling the story the way it is.”
— A. Den
As a kinesiologist and certified wellness coach, I work with women who are ready to reconnect with their bodies, through movement, nutrition, and sustainable habits that actually fit their real life.
This isn’t mindset coaching pulled from a journal.
This is physical, science-backed coaching that helps you feel stronger, clearer, and more in control of your health.
We focus on:
Yes, we’ll talk about what’s going on in your day-to-day.
But everything we do is rooted in structure, movement, and nourishment.
Because reclaiming your body isn’t a vanity project.
It’s the foundation for feeling like yourself again.
“After four sessions, I didn’t just feel better. I felt stronger, in my body and in my decisions.” — 1:1 Coaching Client
Want to see how it works?
There’s a full breakdown of the program structure, session flow, and expected outcomes here:
I’m here for the woman in the in-between.
The one who used to feel clear, grounded, even powerful, but now feels foggy, stretched thin, and unsure where she went.
The woman who’s done all the “right” things,
and still ends her days wondering why she feels so disconnected.
From her voice. From her spark. From herself.
I’m here for the woman who’s tired of numbing, performing, or apologizing for what she feels.
Who’s outgrown perfection.
And isn’t looking for a checklist, she’s looking for something real.
This isn’t about becoming someone new.
It’s about returning to the version of you that existed
before the shame, the silence, the trauma, or the world told you who to be.
Everything I write, share, and create is for her.
For you.
Because you’re not broken.
You’re just in the middle of telling the truth, for the very first time.
Healing doesn’t mean perfection. It means choosing yourself again.
We speak the truth—especially when it’s hard to hear or say.
We rise, not by force, but by remembering who we are.
You’re not meant to do this alone. And now—you don’t have to.
I’m not just a woman who’s been through it.
I’m a woman who studied it—deeply, seriously, and for years.
My approach blends the science of the body with the emotional wisdom that only lived experience can offer. I believe that for healing to work, it has to make sense in your body, not just on paper.
Here’s what’s behind everything I coach and create:
DESS in Clinical Kinesiology, specializing in cardiovascular, pulmonary, and metabolic health, as well as
special populations including pregnancy, cancer recovery, and neurological conditions like multiple sclerosis.
Certified Clinical Exercise Physiologist, specializing in hormonal health and chronic conditions
Pregnancy and Postpartum Certified through the American College of Sports Medicine (ACSM),
with a focus on evidence-based movement, recovery, and maternal wellness
Trauma-Informed Coaching Practices, integrated into every client interaction
Plus over 8 years of lived experience, supporting women through burnout, identity loss, and emotional recovery
Because it’s not just about where I’ve been.
It’s about how I can help you move forward—safely, gently, and fully supported.
Sometimes the most healing words are the ones someone else says first.
Here’s what women have shared after reading Uncensored or working with Sandrine directly through coaching.
Shared with permission by women in Sandrine’s community.
Some things don’t belong in a perfectly curated post. Some truths don’t fit into a caption.
The Journal is where Sandrine writes about what’s real—from the identity crises of early motherhood to the quiet breakthroughs of healing. It’s where she shares the messy, beautiful in-betweens that no one else talks about—but everyone feels.
This isn’t content. It’s conversation. And you’re invited into it.
This isn’t a newsletter.
It’s a pause button. A place to land between stories—your own and mine.
Every few weeks, I send a letter to the women in my circle—honest reflections on healing, identity, and the power of writing through the hard things. Sometimes it’s about motherhood. Sometimes it’s about memory, trauma, and the words we’ve buried. Sometimes it’s just a reminder that you’re not alone.
If you’re tired of scrolling for something real—this is for you.
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