01/01/2026
2025 has been one of the hardest years of my life.
There are moments that divide your life into before and after.
For me, one of those moments came in April, when my body finally said no more.
I collapsed outside a restaurant after being shouted at in a confined space, and I was left on the floor as if I was an unwanted animal.
My nervous system simply couldn’t hold what my heart had been carrying for far too long.
That moment cracked something open, not because I was weak, but because I had been strong for far too long.
As someone who understands human behaviour deeply, many people have asked me,
“How didn’t you see it?”
“Why didn’t you leave sooner?”
But emotional and psychological abuse doesn’t arrive loudly.
It doesn’t look dramatic from the outside.
It works quietly, subtly, patiently, reshaping your inner world until you begin to doubt your own perception, your intuition, your worth.
And because on the outside, in public there is charm and character you believe that you’re the issue and you’re the one to blame and it’s confusing to the core
Over time, I was led to believe that I was the problem.
That I was too sensitive.
Too emotional.
Too much. Too dizzy ….too…
And slowly, that belief began to live inside my body.
Everything was always my fault.
I was no longer safe in my own home emotionally or energetically, and eventually, I had to leave.
What followed was devastating. When you step away from an unhealthy dynamic, the story often gets rewritten. The truth becomes distorted. The one who has endured quietly is suddenly painted as the problem.
My yoga studio and local community meant the world to me. I was told I could keep my space for as long as I needed, and yet, after my final class before Christmas, my keys were taken.
I was locked out of my own business, with no care or even conversation
I was denied access to my dogs.
I never got to say goodbye. 💔
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