My name is Lacey K. Kelly. I don’t understand people as broken, disordered, or incomplete.

I see people responding intelligently to the conditions they’ve lived inside, shaped by a culture that prizes performance, certainty, and forward motion over presence and contact.

My work is informed by clinical training, somatic awareness, and years of sitting with people at the edges of effort—places where striving no longer works and familiar ways of holding life begin to recede. More than any modality, though, this work is shaped by how I listen: slowly, relationally, and without an agenda to move experience toward a particular outcome.

I don’t work from the belief that insight alone reorganizes a life, or that force produces freedom. Change tends to emerge through relationship—when attention softens, when the body no longer has to brace against itself, and when meaning is allowed to take shape rather than be engineered.

Rather than helping people become someone new, my focus is on questioning the assumption that being human needs fixing at all. When that assumption loosens, defensive patterns often settle, and a sense of wholeness emerges on its own.

My Story of Unbecoming

I didn’t set out to create a philosophy or a framework. I was trying to understand something that wouldn’t leave me alone.

For as long as I can remember, there was an undercurrent of existential unrest. A sense that something essential was always just out of reach, even when life looked full on the surface. I kept asking the same questions in different forms:

What is the point of all this?
Why doesn’t this ever feel like enough?

Like many people, I responded in the way our culture rewards. I followed my passions. I built successful yoga studios. I poured myself into growth, achievement, and becoming someone I believed would finally feel whole. From the outside, my life looked aligned. Internally, the effort only intensified.

What I was chasing wasn’t something that could be earned, achieved, or resolved. The striving itself was shaping my suffering. I let go of the life I had built, stepped away from identities that required constant performance, and allowed myself to exist without proving anything. In that anonymity, I felt something I hadn’t felt before: space.

That was my first encounter with what I now call unbecoming.

Old patterns returned, as they do. I found myself back inside structure again—earning my clinical license, working closely with clients. After sitting with people in their most unguarded moments, the larger pattern became impossible to ignore. The same exhaustion. The same relentless effort. The same belief that something essential had gone missing and needed to be recovered through work.

What I was witnessing wasn’t pathology.

It was what happens when the human condition is treated as a problem and worth is tied to performance.

Over time, The Process of Unbecoming emerged—not as a solution, but as a refusal. A refusal to keep participating in the idea that being human needs fixing. My work now is less about helping people become someone new and more about creating the conditions where effort can collapse and something truer can surface on its own.

I don’t offer answers and I don’t promise resolution. I work slowly and relationally, at a pace where the body no longer has to brace and experience doesn’t have to be managed. The nervous system is respected. Meaning is not engineered. It’s allowed.

At its core, this process is grounded in wholeness.

The exhaustion so many people feel isn’t because they aren’t doing enough. It’s because they’ve been living inside a paradigm that insists fulfillment comes from becoming more—more healed, more aligned, more accomplished, more certain. Even healing has been folded into the demand to improve.

Unbecoming doesn’t offer a new identity.

It asks a sharper question:

What if nothing essential is missing?

What if the unrest so many of us carry isn’t a personal failure, but a sane response to a story about being human that no longer holds?

Ways to Engage The Process