Julie Jewels Smoot

Medical trauma does not necessarily end when someone leaves the examination room. Sometimes the consequences follow a person for years. For me, that experience contributed to a profound loss of trust in VA healthcare. I did not simply forget what happened.

And I am especially tired of people celebrating military service while becoming uncomfortable when veterans talk about military sexual trauma, chronic pain, medical neglect, and the lasting consequences of serving.

A woman laying on her back on a mat on the floor I need to move. Not because I am running from what happened. But because I am learning that my body deserves to experience something beyond survival. I need to move my arms. To feel my feet connecting with the earth. To sway. To stretch. To breathe. To allow the rhythm of my own body to guide me. I need to cry. Not because I am weak. Not because I am falling apart. But because there are tears I have not yet allowed myself to ex

The Sound of a Woman Who Has Had Enough is a deeply personal collection of original spoken-word compositions about reaching the point in life where silence is no longer an option.

If someone sees us awake, they may assume we are ready to talk. If we are sitting quietly, they may assume we have nothing else to do. If we do not immediately respond, they may wonder whether something is wrong.

We learn to answer when someone calls. We learn to listen when someone wants to talk. We learn to make ourselves available, even when we are exhausted, overwhelmed, or simply longing for silence. Somewhere along the way, we may begin believing that being a good person means always being accessible.

It does not mean everything has healed. It does not mean painful memories have disappeared. It does not mean I will never experience grief, anger, fear, or discomfort again. It means I recognize my right to make decisions about my own life.

The space between sounds matters just as much as the sounds themselves. And over the years, I have come to understand that the same can be true in life. There are moments when we are creating.

We do not owe anyone our stories. We do not owe anyone the details of what happened to us. We do not owe anyone an explanation for our boundaries. We do not owe anyone a description of our pain.

A hand carefully pulls a wooden block labeled "CHOICE" from a stacked tower, symbolizing decision-making. There is something I have learned through my experiences as a United States Navy veteran, a survivor of sexual violence, an advocate, and a woman living with Complex PTSD. Having a choice matters. It matters when someone enters a room. It matters when someone approaches your body. It matters when someone asks you a personal question. It matters when someone invites you to

The pause after a gong. The quiet following a Tibetan singing bowl. The moment before a hand pan melody begins. The natural sounds that may be present in the recording environment. Those spaces create room for the sounds to be heard individually. They also influence the overall rhythm of the recording.

For years, I have observed how meditation, sound healing, and wellness practices are often presented as experiences that should produce particular outcomes. Relaxation. Peace. Calmness. Emotional release. Inner transformation.

Listening can mean noticing a sensation in the body. It can mean recognizing an emotion that has been pushed aside. It can mean realizing that nothing needs to happen right now. It can mean turning the music off and choosing quiet. All of those responses are valid.

I know what I have accomplished. I know the hours behind the writing. I know the vulnerability behind the music. I know the effort behind advocacy. I know the quiet discipline behind personal growth. I know the moments when choosing myself required more courage than anyone else could see.

I know my worth. I know who I am. I know what I have survived, what I have overcome, and what I have created. My life has carried me through military service, healing work, writing, music, advocacy, grief, awakening, and renewal. None of that becomes less real because a social media post does not receive engagement

A woman sits on a rock, gazing at a serene sunset, surrounded by signposts labeled "People Pleasing," "Self-Abandonment," "Trying to Fit In," and "Ignoring My Boundaries," with one pointing to "Choosing Myself," emphasizing the theme of self-acceptance over forced belonging. There was a time in my life when belonging meant being part of something. A community. A practice. A group of people who shared similar interests, values, and experiences. I believed that being part of a

Countless meditation playlists .Countless “healing frequencies.” Countless creators asking listeners to transform, ascend, regulate, optimize, manifest, or become something else. Sound Alchemist Julie Jewels Smoot chose a different path. Her work does not ask people to perform healing.

The Chiron Gong creates space for listening to what still exists beneath survival. In astrology, Chiron is often associated with the “wounded healer.” But in trauma-informed sound work, I approach Chiron differently. I do not believe every wound needs to become wisdom immediately. I do not believe pain must become purpose in order to deserve care.

Sound and energy work together in a delicate balance. When I experience this combination, I notice how it shifts my mood and opens my heart. The vibrations from sound can clear away heaviness. Energy work supports this by helping to realign and refresh the body’s natural state.

Sound alchemy is a beautiful art. It uses sound to heal, to balance, and to awaken. The sounds are not just noises. They are tools. Tools that help us connect with ourselves. Tools that help us find harmony in a busy world. When I first discovered this path, I felt a quiet calling. A whisper that said, "Come closer. Listen. Heal."