Dr Chelsea Todd

Dr Chelsea Todd Psychology • Yoga • Ayurveda • Matrescence 🦋

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I've been thinking about you. Not in a general way. In the specific way. Wondering where you actually are right now. Not...
17/05/2026

I've been thinking about you. Not in a general way. In the specific way. Wondering where you actually are right now. Not the version you present at school pickup or in the work meeting or when someone asks how you're going and you say fine because it's easier.

The real version. The one sitting with her cacao going cold because she got lost in a thought she doesn't have words for yet.

I wonder, where are you not choosing yourself?
Can you ask yourself, not with harsh judgement, but genuine curiosity. The way you would ask a woman you love, who wears a smile you can see beneath.

Because here is what I see, time and time again, in the women I work with and in the world around me.
The quiet erasure.
The voice dimmed before it has even formed into words.
The body speaking loudly in the only language it has left while the mind keeps convincing her everything is fine.

Your body knows before your mind catches up.
And this season, more than most, is asking you to listen.
Not to fix anything or everything, or overhaul your life before breakfast. To notice. To let what has been waiting beneath the surface finally come up for air.
That noticing is where everything begins.
The choosing is where transformation happens.

I wonder what may surface if you were to ask yourself, honestly: where am I dimming my light? Where have I not spoken out of fear? Where am I accepting something that is not actually mine to accept?

Allowing the answer to surface. Not managing it. Not editing it into something more comfortable.

Letting it be seen.

If something in you has been stirring, if you feel a threshold approaching and can't quite name what it's asking, stay close.

Feel free to comment or send me a message. And share with the women you love who seem to be holding more behind the 'I'm fine' mask.

Chelsea x

Hi. I'm Chelsea. Not the carefully positioned professional version. The real one.I am a Mother of two boys. A woman who ...
05/05/2026

Hi. I'm Chelsea. Not the carefully positioned professional version. The real one.

I am a Mother of two boys. A woman who has been to the depths and come back with a map. 
A healer who knows the terrain because she has walked every part of it. 
Not around the edges, but through the fire.

I spent years building my worth around productivity and evidence. 
Accolades. Degrees. Credentials and output stacked up like armour.

And then I spent the next years dismantling all of it. Learning to trust the knowing that lives below the qualifications. Coming home to the intuition I had been overriding.

That unravelling became the work.

I'll be honest about something else.

I've spent a long time trying to put myself and this work into neat boxes. 
But I colour outside the lines and blur the edges. 
Motherhood and work. 
Spiritual and professional. 
Too deep for some rooms. 
Too embodied for others.

I've carried the fear of being too much. Too intense, too sensitive, too professional, too spiritual, all at once. Of being cast out. Especially by other women. The sister wound runs deep for us, doesn't it?

I'm done making myself smaller to fit.

The women who find their way to me have usually tried everything else first.

Talk therapy. Natural therapies. Fitness programs. Breathwork. Decluttering. Going part time to ease the load. Going back to work to find themselves again. But she's not there. Not the same version of her, anyway.

‘I don't know why, I just knew I needed to work with you’ I hear. 

The women called to work with me feel it before they can name it. They hear the whisper from within. And that is where it begins, in the listening. In the moment she finally trusts that the whisper knows something she doesn't yet.

I am not the answer. I am the guide. You hold the keys.

If you are new here, welcome. Stay close. Something is unfolding.
If you have been here a while, thank you. There is so much more magic coming.

Chelsea x

01/05/2026

I went to the water yesterday morning to let something go.

A month ago my black obsidian broke clean in half.
I kept it in my drawer, trusting I would know when the time was right.
Yesterday felt like the moment.

I didn't deliberate or fuss over my feelings.
And I didn't expect the weight of it.
Not the crystal, but what it had been holding.

Sometimes we don't realise how heavy something is until our hands (and heart) are finally free.

The wound is not in your way.
It is the way.
The medicine.

The thing you've been carrying in the dark is often the very map that knows the terrain.

This is the season for it. In the southern hemisphere we are sitting inside Samhain, the threshold between what has passed and what is becoming. The full moon in Scorpio asking us to bring what is hidden to the surface, not to fix it but to finally let it be seen. And surrendered.

What have you been carrying that is ready to be placed down?
Drop a word in the comments or send me a message. I'm here.

Chelsea x

The calendar might say it’s a new year... but my body was telling a different story.I remembered why.Some beginnings don...
08/01/2026

The calendar might say it’s a new year... but my body was telling a different story.
I remembered why.

Some beginnings don’t arrive with fireworks.

Rather than galloping ahead with the herd,
perhaps it’s time to attune to your own rhythm,
honour your season
and trust the wisdom
found in the spaces in between 🌿

A love letter to the first man who had my heartHe loved me from the first heartbeat and protected me from my first breat...
07/09/2025

A love letter to the first man who had my heart

He loved me from the first heartbeat and protected me from my first breath
Captured photos of black and white in childhood sundrenched light

Shared delight in little hands gathering bright yellow soursobs as we walked to the beach, allowing joy to be found in the weeds
Picked oranges from our tree and juiced them together before the sun and my siblings rose

Introduced me to Joni Mitchell and poetry and records that made our old bungalow dance
Gave me a taste of intrepid, hippy adventures and a thirst to explore the world

Performed ‘magic shows’ in the chemistry lab and let me believe magic exists
Guided with gentle wisdom without speaking a word, trusting I held the answer

Tells inappropriate jokes with a gleeful belly chuckle
Emanates tender compassion and allows love to spill out as tears

Adores my Mother through the rainbows and the rain
Modelled how to love and be loved

Sealing this note with a butterfly kiss and a heartful of memories and gratitude.
I love you Dad.

Happy Father's Day x

Happy Mothers Day to my beautiful mama 💖I love you and this photo... can't wait to squeeze you again soon! 😘 If you're l...
10/05/2025

Happy Mothers Day to my beautiful mama 💖
I love you and this photo... can't wait to squeeze you again soon! 😘

If you're longing to hug your mum one more time or feeling the layers of grief that Mothers Day can bring, I'm holding you in my heart ❤️

Deepening an understanding of Matrescence and unearthing stories and imprints from my 'red thread' (maternal line) with my mum has been so incredibly healing and powerful. To tenderly guide and witness other women and Mothers on this path is a joy and privilege.

If you're seeking a space holding to gently unravel and mend your red thread, I'm here for you 🧡

In honour of my mum and her story, sharing a poem I wrote for her 70th birthday last year ✨

Suzanne Sparkles

Twinkle twinkle, little star
Soul spinning earthside from afar
Twas’ the 25th of October, 1954
A wee baby arrived, one to adore

A star was born on that day
A spirited lass here to dance through life her way
Little sister, bright star in the sky
Final piece of the Austin family pie
The apple of her Daddy’s eye
Her Mother’s loyal companion until the end was nigh

Golden hair and eyes hazel gold
A bonnie child to behold
From marching girl to disco queen
Plain Jane dear Sue has never been
A taste for things on trend and fine
Suzanne was placed on Earth to shine

But the real beauty of Sue is deep inside
Her gift for illuminating in others’ what they may usually hide
A space for others’ stories from the start
Sue’s magic is her intuition and tender heart
Treasured friend across the globe to many
A loving wife, Mother and Nannie

Twinkle twinkle little star
Whether we are near or far
Your sparkling star high above
Is a symbol of our endless love



Which position are you? Drop your answer below + share with your netty girls! 🏐🌟Feeling the simmer, the snap, or the sil...
28/04/2025

Which position are you?
Drop your answer below + share with your netty girls! 🏐🌟

Feeling the simmer, the snap, or the silent shutdown?

You’re not alone 🧡

Join me Thursday for The (Mother’s) Autumn Reset — a FREE online event to release old emotions and reclaim your energy. ✨

Link in bio to claim your place (replay available for all who register)

Your rage is sacred. Your reset is waiting ✨
See you there, beautiful mama



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