The Only Title That Ever Fit Me Was My Own

RACHEL LAFORCE
Aug 1
2 min read

Ahem. It’s come to my attention that I am due for a reintroduction! Hi! I'm Rachel LaForce, Comedian, Intuitive, all-around chaos whisperer and host of Healing is Hilarious. And if that intro already has you wondering, “What in the TikTok witchy wisdom is this woman talking about?” - good. That means you're listening.

This episode was the kind of heart-spill I typically save for therapy - but I skipped this week, so here we are. And to be honest, this is a love letter. (I know I said I’m a comedian, stay with me!) This week’s episode is a love letter to my journey, to my intuition, and to every woman white-knuckling her way through “growth season” while trying to solve the age-old Millennial mystery. Shirt tucked in or out?

Okay, so the short version? I’m finally claiming my title: Comedian. Intuitive. Human tornado of humor and healing.

The longer version? Buckle up.

This podcast started as The Rachel LaForce Show, but just like my old OKCupid profile (RIP), it just didn’t capture the full picture. I wasn’t sure exactly where I am aiming. And after a few painful yet freeing months in my personal life, the Divine showed up on my doorstep like Door Dash to ask, “Are you finally ready to do this sh!t on purpose?”. And so, after running out of places to hide, Healing is Hilarious was born.

My story’s messy but somehow concise? I’m an only child of divorced, ideologically opposite parents, ADHD 90’s girl who coped by being served a big bowl of Ritalin and internalized people-pleasing. My 20s were spent performing with The Second City, working in Hollywood, and ignoring my intuition like it was a gym membership I kept forgetting to cancel.

Then 2018 hit. Middle bottom. That pivotal moment where I knew something had to change because if it didn’t, I was going to self-destruct. Cue: the spiritual awakening in a bunk bed in Aspen. This healing was not the cute, latte-aesthetic version but rather the kind that rips you apart so you can finally meet yourself.

And now? I'm integrating the two parts of me that never made sense to the algorithm: the stand-up and the seeker. The one who sees the truth beneath the surface and the punchline in the pain. The one who’s finally locked into her own boots.

Here’s what I know now:

You don’t need a new name to matter, but claiming your truth changes the game.
Most of us are one honest moment away from a breakthrough.
And the most rebellious thing we can do right now? Get clear. On who we are. What we want. And how we heal.

Because culture doesn’t fear your chaos - it fears your clarity.