Our Brave Hearts

Our Brave Hearts Perinatal Psychotherapist and Matrescence Coach The articles I read were all related to motherhood and I felt as though the writer spoke directly to me.

If you’re reading this, it tells me that you would like to know a little more about me and how I got to where I am now i.e being a life coach and a Demartini Method Facilitator who works with mothers. I personally always love to read about someone I am in interested in following online or working with, I hope you enjoy what you read here on my page and feel free to message me if you have any quest

ions regarding what I do. The night before a work conference that my husband had helped organise began, I was online (nothing new there) and I cant remember exactly what it was that I was reading, but I stumbled upon the most beautiful blog that set fireworks off in my heart and mind (there were a few tears as well, I can assure you). I didn’t sleep much that night as I stayed up very late reading what felt like EVERYTHING on this woman’s blog. I felt different when I woke up and as the day and evening and then weekend progressed, I knew something inside of me had changed and could no longer be ignored. It was as if all of a sudden I could see what had always been there, the blinkers were gone. I spoke to a mother of two children during a break in the conference and we connected as only mothers can, we shared our birth stories both brutal and beautiful. I listened to stories of a mother who did not want to go to a party because she felt that she would have nothing of interest to add to the conversation as she was ‘just’ a stay at home mum, and of a wife who questioned her value in terms of what she could contribute to a family business, she was also a stay at home mum at that particular time. There was an amazing woman who told me that she felt torn between happiness and guilt because she enjoyed going to work as she was getting a break from her children for a while. It was as if the universe was talking to me. I began to remember conversations of other women I had met over the years since I had become a mother. All of these women, myself included, had a story to tell. Some of these stories were painful to listen to as they confessed how difficult they were finding motherhood, or how going back to work had left them heartbroken or relieved, either way both options left the mother consumed by guilt. Other stories made me cry with laughter as I was regaled with episodes of exploding nappies, leaking breasts at the most inappropriate times and the madness that had kicked in due to lack of sleep. There are so many reasons to feel connected to one another and yet so many of us feel alone. I researched how I could interact with mothers in such a tangible way that would allow me to help them change their lives. Since then I have completed my advanced diploma in personal coaching and have set up my coaching business, Our Brave Hearts. I have also completed The Demartini Method Training Program and I am now a Demartini Method Facilitator. The Demartini Method developed by Dr. John Demartini is a scientific process that balances perceptions and emotions. It is being used professionally by many psychologists, psychiatrists, social workers, educators, consultants and health professionals across the world. The Demartini Method is a tool with a 1000 uses for empowering and inspiring life and its applications include reducing stress, resolving conflict and creating new perspectives and paradigms for life. So now you know a little bit about me and how I came to be in this position of reaching out to women. How can I help you? Is there something on your mind that you haven’t told anyone about and it feels heavy to carry this around all the time? Are you struggling with the day to day reality of motherhood and trying to balance a career as well?Would you like some help to clarify what it is that you want for yourself right now? It can be so difficult to honour our needs when we aren’t even sure what they really are. You’re not alone. I’ll be here, ready to meet you half way and recognise your Brave Heart.

Not every mother who sits with me comes because of motherhood.Anxiety. Relationship difficulties. A creeping sense that ...
02/06/2026

Not every mother who sits with me comes because of motherhood.

Anxiety. Relationship difficulties. A creeping sense that they’ve lost themselves somewhere along the way. Feeling like they’re failing at everything and succeeding at nothing.

Not always “motherhood stuff.” And yet motherhood is always there. Shaping how they see themselves, how they move through the world, how much they feel they deserve support.

That’s why I work the way I do.

A matrescence-informed lens adds depth and insight to everything we explore together, whatever it may be that brings you through the door.

I am delighted to offer the two new spaces that have come available:

❤️ Tuesday 12:45 · In-person · Skerries

❤️ Friday 9am · Online

Link in bio to book a free 20-minute consultation call. 🌿

Touched by sorrow, flavoured with grief and abundant in love.Sometimes, not all the time, I feel my life in every single...
30/05/2026

Touched by sorrow, flavoured with grief and abundant in love.

Sometimes, not all the time, I feel my life in every single cell in my body.

The simplicity, the mundane, they take my breath away.

A mother’s love

22/05/2026

I think of the mothers, always.

No mother is free until we are all free.

Every Friday I stand on a bridge in my local area with a Palestine flag. I’ve been doing it for just over two years. I’v...
19/05/2026

Every Friday I stand on a bridge in my local area with a Palestine flag. I’ve been doing it for just over two years. I’ve been made aware recently of what some people think of that.

This carousel is my response and my invitation.

I stand there because a genocide is being livestreamed and I will not pretend otherwise. I stand there because my children sometimes stand with me, and I want them to know that solidarity is not contingent on certainty of outcome.

I stand there because silence has a cost, and I am not willing to pay it.

To those who shout at us, give us the finger, or ask why we don’t “go and fight”, I understand that my presence on that bridge is uncomfortable for you.

And to those who simply find it annoying to drive past every week, you are more than welcome to pull over and talk to us.

We don’t bite. And who knows, you might even want to join us.

Free Palestine. 🇵🇸

Oh hands of time, what say ye about how slow you moved for the first few years of my motherhood to now whizzing round th...
15/05/2026

Oh hands of time, what say ye about how slow you moved for the first few years of my motherhood to now whizzing round the clock?

My son is almost 13.

There are moments in time that I thought I’d remember forever but the details, the specifics of the hour, the day, have disappeared into the vastness of my lifetime.

But the feeling, oh the feeling, stays with me.

It is woven into parts of my soul that bask in the presence of my children.

A Mother’s Love ❤️‍🔥

*photo of a page from my book

14/05/2026

There’s no map for who we will become even though we can feel like we’ve failed, gone off track or took the wrong turn.

I had a vision of the kind of mother I would be. I am almost 13 years into my motherhood and I can tell you that I have failed to live up to the fantasy version more times than I care to remember. And I can also tell you that I am in awe of the mother I am at times too.

Motherhood grabbed me by my heart and soul and dragged me down paths of self-discovery I had no idea existed. I ended up so far from who I thought I was that it often felt painful and lonely.

I felt lost.

In the midst of chaos and hurt and birth trauma and learning how to be a mother, I lost sight of myself. I was so dedicated to keeping them alive that I stopped paying attention to myself.

Becoming a mother fragmented my soul in ways I had not expected or imagined.

The time came where I was finally able to catch my breath. To notice the shattered parts of myself that littered the floor I walked upon. When I picked up the pieces, I immediately knew, they were no longer me. It was ok to leave parts of myself in the past and get excited for who I was becoming.

There are parts of me that still feel so new. Still feel like they’ve yet to emerge.

Now I don’t feel lost.

“This is the sound of one voice”It started with an idea, in the wee hours of the morning. It became a conversation with ...
23/04/2026

“This is the sound of one voice”

It started with an idea, in the wee hours of the morning. It became a conversation with a dear friend ✨

Now it’s two voices offering the invitation, offering the call.

“This is the sound of voices two. The sound of me singing with you”

And then another voice says yes. And then another. Until the room we fill holds that which none of us should be carrying alone.

Sometimes the bravery is in showing up alone. And perhaps it’s also about discovering how deeply our roots were already reaching toward each other before we gathered.

That’s what we’re making space for on Monday 1st June.

Croí’s Anam Gathering ❤️‍🔥
Bective Mills Dome, Co. Meath.
Three hours. Cacao. Gentle movement.
Stillness. Words
€60 · limited spaces.

** And if you want to stay a while longer, we’ll be taking a sauna and a dip in the River Boyne to remind ourselves of what a joy it is to be alive ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 This is an additional €15 to do. Completely optional. Completely worth it

Come as you are.

Jaq & Trish

(DM either one of us to save your space)

In as much as I try to give words to the wonder and the love of motherhood, I do so because the intensity of claws at me...
02/04/2026

In as much as I try to give words to the wonder and the love of motherhood, I do so because the intensity of claws at me.

Putting into words how I feel in a moment is like a release valve for me, it soothes the beast that prowls my soul, sometimes it feels like the feeling is determined to constantly disrupt my peace of mind, of which I have very little of if I’m being honest with you.

Even the love, the joy, the awe, at times feels too much.

I sometimes (a lot of the times) find myself stupified that the world has convinced us that becoming a mother is just one of many things. It doesn’t feel like that to me.

Becoming a mother is the ruin and wreckage of all of who I thought I was. It is the fire upon which I have died and risen from, a phoenix, a mother.

I would lay myself down in the fire every single minute of every single day if it meant I got to become the mother of Fionn and Molly in each and every lifetime but that doesn’t mean I cannot speak of what it feels like to have my skin flayed from my bones as a result of such great undertakings.

The love.
The rage.
The joy.
The grief.
The wonder.
The boredom.
The disbelief that these little beings are mine to mind for a while. That I am theirs.

There are no words expansive enough, sorrow filled enough, to capture what it feels like to be a mother. If I could, I would bleed myself for you to see so you could perhaps glimpse a little of what I am made of.

I am made of them, now. Not just me.

I am made of them

This mother’s heart cannot imagine what this boy’s mother’s heart is enduring. We, the mothers, cannot look away from th...
23/03/2026

This mother’s heart cannot imagine what this boy’s mother’s heart is enduring.

We, the mothers, cannot look away from the torture of other mother’s children. Boycott. Donate. Divest. Amplify.

Jawad Abu Nassar is the baby boy’s name. palestine.network


May every single motherhood/parenthood account on any type of social media say his name and tag their political representatives, their local and national media outlets.

If mainstream media won’t acknowledge what was done to this baby, the least that we, the mothers, can do is to not let them away with their silence.

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