
19/07/2025
Life in its rawness.
I haven’t shared properly in a long time. I’ve posted updates—milestones, family things, business news—but I haven’t had the capacity to be fully real online.
It’s taken everything just to keep going. Sharing while still in it felt too vulnerable. And I told myself I had to wait until I was through it—until I had something wise to say.
But the truth is, I’m still somewhere in the middle. Catching my breath. And for the first time in a while, I feel like I can share.
Four years ago, our second daughter arrived, right amidst the Covid madness. Since then, it’s been one thing after another.
A head injury and chronic pain.
Losing most of our equipment in the floods—during a training.
Ross River virus.
Depression.
Perimenopause hitting harder and earlier than expected.
Multiple neurodivergent diagnoses in the family—something I resisted for a long time.
And then, a repressed trauma that was laying dormant came roaring back. PTSD got triggered. It shifted from managing life to surviving it—mentally and emotionally.
It’s been huge. I’ve questioned everything—my relationship, motherhood, our business, my path.
Money’s been tight. Support has felt thin. I’ve been exhausted in a way I can’t explain.
But something’s starting to shift. This year, I’ve come up for air.
I’m finding moments of joy again.
Meditation has brought glimpses of light and connection to Spirit.
Holding space for clients and students has grounded me—it reminds me why I keep showing up.
I’m leaning into the sacred moments with my girls and my partner. Letting small moments matter, even when everything still feels messy.
I’m still healing. Still navigating. But I’m here.
More present than I’ve been in a long time.
Not because it’s all resolved—but because it’s real.
If you’re in it too, you’re not alone. Some days it’s heavy.
And some days, the light breaks through.
That’s where I’m at.🫣