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the woman behind the therapist

I didn't just study this work.
I lived it.

This work became personal long before it became professional. Here is the woman behind the qualifications, and the path that brought me here.

My dad passing was the point where everything finally collapsed in on itself

Years of grief, emotional exhaustion, anxiety, abandonment wounds and searching for home, validation and identity in everyone else had already been building underneath the surface for a long time.. but losing him felt like the final crack in the foundation. The straw that broke the camel’s back.

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“Life felt heavy. So did I.”

Internally, there was this constant feeling of being unlovable, unwanted and never quite enough. Existing felt easier than living. Then came the part nobody really prepares you for about rock bottom.. eventually, after lying there emotionally for long enough, you realise...

And strangely enough, that became the beginning of everything changing. Because for so much of my life, choosing myself felt wrong. Like I was letting people down. Like my needs mattered less. Like my role was to hold everyone else together while slowly abandoning myself in the process.

One choice at a time. One boundary at a time. One uncomfortable truth at a time. Those tiny moments slowly became the building blocks of my inner empire.  I stopped searching outside of myself for the home, safety and identity I had spent years craving from everyone else. I stopped giving love endlessly hoping someone would finally hand it back to me in return.

the woman i had to rebuild

“Nobody is coming to drag you out of it.”

"But the person I had been letting down the most was me."

"Instead, I became the love of my own life and reclaimed my place at the centre of it."

How I got here

The work behind the work

I stopped going to war with myself.

Taking my place back at the centre of my own life took shadow work, tarot, acceptance, meditation and a lot of uncomfortable honesty.

Self-love isn’t spa days and bubble baths

It’s dedication. Commitment. Honesty. It’s giving yourself what you actually need, even when it feels unfamiliar or uncomfortable.

Learning to trust myself again took courage.

It meant choosing my own voice before I felt completely certain, and no longer asking everyone else to confirm what I already knew.

That work now sits at the heart of my practice. I bring psychology, hypnotherapy, meditation, acceptance and grounded spirituality together so you can understand your patterns without turning them into another reason to reject yourself.

The bits that didn't make it onto my certificates.

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Deep Convos > Small Talk

I can turn “How are you?” into a three-hour conversation about human behaviour, childhood and the meaning of life.

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Disney
sing-A-Long anyone?

If there are two parts, I'm singing both. Please don't interrupt the performance.

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human first, therapist second

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I was
adopted by
a cat

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I have a thing about the stars

A tiny black-and-white forest cat named Sage appeared one day and apparently decided I belonged to her.

They've meant different things at different points in my life, but they've always felt like home.

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I am also an artist*

According to me. Beatrice the Baby Dragon is currently

awaiting her call from the Louvre.

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I find storms so relaxing

Storms, thunder, tornado documentaries... apparently my nervous system has very specific ideas about ambience.

my purpose

I’m not interested in teaching women how to stay comfortable inside their wounds.

My purpose is to challenge the narratives that keep deep-feeling women disconnected from their own accountability, identity and power. The label may explain the pattern, but it shouldn’t become another place to live.

I want them to understand what survival taught them, stop building their identity around it and trust themselves enough to choose what comes next.

"It is said, no tree can grow to heaven, unless its roots reach down to hell."

- Carl Jung

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I want emotional education
to become part of childhood education.

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Children learn maths, English and science.
I want them learning how to understand themselves too.

 

Emotions. Self-awareness. Emotional regulation.
Relationships. Their own psychological world.

 

Because so much of what we spend adulthood trying to untangle
began when we were children without the language to understand
what was happening inside us.

I want the next generation to have that language sooner

the bigger picture

Are you ready?

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You've read my story. Maybe you recognised some of your own in it.

Now let's make sense of what's happening in yours.

 

You don't need to have it all figured out,  just a willingness to look a little closer.

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