I always knew, from early on of my not so thrilling chronic health rollercoaster ride, that I wasn’t just going through all this for myself. Somewhere deep down, there was this little outer observer, clipboard in hand, whispering,
“Pay close attention, you will be relaying this to others one day”
So I did. Religiously.
Notebooks galore full of symptom trackers, spirals of analysis paralysis, what was helping, what wasn’t, diagrams to clearly capture what was happening in my mind & body and of course, my next shiny new action plan to heal. I always needed an action plan, an approach to maintain my hope in recovery.
Over 9 years, I saw a small army of consultants and private practitioners, each one teaching me something new about healing… and occasionally about what not to do when someone’s clinging to hope by their fingernails. Maybe you’ve felt that too? The emotional whiplash of pinning your hopes on the next expert, waiting for someone to hand you the golden ticket to the finish line. It felt like a relentless game of snakes and ladders, where the ladders were short and the snakes were long, finding myself back to square one.
Sound familiar?
Then came the crashes. Two days of me and the couch, bonding deeply. (Honestly, that couch deserves an award for outstanding emotional support.)
But all along, my learning was deepening and transitioning from, ‘I know what I need to do intellectually’, to the far harder part, ‘now my body needs to come with me’. The most challenging part that no practitioner could achieve for me. This was my work to implement, no short cuts, no fast-track passes! Just me, showing up, over and over, for the slow, twisty ride of embodied healing.
This gave my healing journey real depth. Over time, self-learning became my greatest teacher, once I began honouring my intuition, listening deeply and trusting my own wisdom. And then, almost always, something I’d read in a book, hear in a course, or receive from a wise practitioner would reflect exactly what I’d already started to uncover for myself.
My experience wasn’t just crawling through the mud for my recovery, but collecting knowledge, gathering insights, and quietly preparing for something more: helping others with their own healing ‘adventures’. No pressure, right? ? But genuinely—that mission kept me going.
Mission outcome: I am here ready to guide your healing journey!
Not just from textbooks, or from courses (though I’ve done the training too).
But from 9 years of lived, raw, real experience.
I’ve walked that messy, confusing, often lonely path, and I’m here now, so ready to support and empower others to walk their own, with less fear and more hope.
Let’s rewrite your healing story together. Let’s get you off the fairground rides and your feet back on solid ground. I won’t be giving you your golden ticket – but I will help you realise you had it all along.