05/09/2026
As a woman experiencing baby loss, or living with the terrifying fear that the one thing you know you want most in life may have passed you by, the last thing you need is someone telling you how you feel.
You donāt need to hear that someone āknows exactly how you feel.ā
Grief is complicated. Itās nuanced, messy, deeply personal and often incredibly isolating. Even when someone has walked a similar path, they can never truly know what that particular loss feels like inside your body, your heart and your life.
And as women, we hold such an enormous capacity for love.
We can love our sistersā children with a fierce tenderness, while also knowing that the love we have for our beloved soul buddies ā our pets just donāt quite cut it ā can be every bit as heart-expanding.
There is no hierarchy to love, and there is no hierarchy to grief.
I want to be clear that when I share parts of my story, I do so because I want to be transparent about how I came into this work.
I never share it for sympathy.
I remember one particular miscarriage when my Dad told me he felt sorry for me.
I knew it came from love.
And still, it hurt.
Because it felt like pity, and this is the last thing I wanted my loved ones to feel.
At that time I found it so painful to be seen and thatās part of my motivation to want to help others.
I believe that, as humans, at every moment we are either moving into an upward spiral or a downward spiral, shaped by the choices we make and the stories we believe.
When I was in a downward spiral, it looked from the outside as though my life was grand. A good job, lots of friends and hobbies..
Inside, I was trying day by day to cope with fear and deep disappointment.
I was experiencing inflammation, lesions and endometriosis in my womb, alongside the heartache of repeatedly not meeting my own needs.
My nervous system was shot.
I couldnāt rest.
I couldnāt move forwards in the ways I so desperately wanted to.
Eventually, everything came to a crunch point around the end of the pandemic, in 2020ā2021, when my anxiety peaked.
I knew I had to end my marriage.
I knew the relationship was making me sick.
And I knew after 6 years of actively trying to get pregnant, that I wouldnāt become a mother in the traditional way in this lifetime.
That realisation felt inconceivable at first, how would I ever be happy?
But it was also the beginning of something else.I knew I needed help.
I needed support to find acceptance, to make peace with what had happened, and ultimately, to forgive the person I had been the most harsh towards - myself.
I was so ready for transformation that I joined not one, but two coaching programmes.
I was determined to unravel the stories that had been placed upon me by patriarchy, fear and years of living disconnected from myself.
And slowly, I began to remove them.
That became the beginning of something profound.
My relationships became more truthful.
My connection with myself deepened.
And, perhaps most importantly, I began to trust myself again.
Investing in yourself when you finally feel heard, held and truly seen is one of the most powerful investments you can ever make.
And having a community where you can be both known and loved through uncertainty, transition and transformation ā where you can begin to write a new story without having to pretend that the old one didnāt hurt ā is some of the most profound work we can do.
This is why Iām creating this space.
If you know you are ready for your relationship with yourself to deepenā¦
If you are ready to listen more deeply to yourselfā¦
If you are ready to surrender into a process of reclamationā¦
Then Iām offering free 30-minute sessions to have a chat about the coaching and community Iām creating more fully in October. ā¤ļø
We start on 10/10 for a reason.
In numerology, it represents completion.
Thereās an invitation there for you.
To take a leap of faith.
To make space for something new.
To offer yourself the space to teach your body and your heart that it is safe to feel.
We donāt heal in isolation.
We heal together.
And you donāt have to do it alone. š
