Cherisa Sandrow
I am a board-certified Family Medicine physician licensed in 30 states, a telemedicine clinician, coach, and digital health consultant. After years of full-spectrum practice, personal trauma, and professional upheaval, I found myself reckoning with burnout, identity loss, and a healthcare system that no longer reflected why I entered medicine.
My work now sits at the intersection of healing, leadership, spirituality, and healthcare transformation. Through writing, coaching, and collaboration, I support physicians in reclaiming themselves, their expertise, and their sense of purpose — while continuing to practice medicine in ways that are humane, sustainable, and aligned.
This blog is a reflection on that journey.
Latest Posts
What I’m Practicing While I Find My Way Back to Myself
From the outside, it may look like I’m holding it all together. And in many ways, I am.
But for a long time, on the inside, it felt chaotic. Overwhelming. Unsustainable. I used to think I was falling apart.
Now I understand it differently. My nervous system didn’t feel safe. And when your system is dysregulated—especially if you’re someone who naturally feels deeply—you don’t just notice other people’s emotions, you absorb them. No one teaches us this.
So instead of trying to fix everything at once, I’ve been learning to practice something new.
These aren’t things I’ve mastered. They’re things I’m practicing.
Living day by day, moment by moment.
The Shortcut I Forgot I Already Knew
In my last post, I wrote about the moment my balance shifted in the middle of a Barre3 class. A simple glance. A quiet comparison. The way my body wobbled before my mind could catch up.
I wrote about rebuilding my boundary in real time. About remembering my Galinda bubble. About learning to move through life protected instead of stepping out of it.
If you haven’t read that piece yet, you can start there.
It wasn’t the comparison. It wasn’t even the bubble. It was how much energy it took to return to myself. I don’t always have that kind of time.
Real life doesn’t pause while I gather my wisdom. My throat tightens. My chest contracts. Someone speaks. Something lands.
The Moment I Remembered My Bubble
And then I see someone I know. Just a glance. Simple.
And there goes my balance. I wobble, and the old story steps forward — my body reacting before my mind starts telling its story.
She’s more centered. More balanced. More confident.
She moves with ease. She looks and feels like she belongs inside herself.
I feel unfinished — like a children’s drawing, all outside the lines.
And there’s that voice
That voice.
