
01/10/2024
This is my first post in 13 months and it’s a difficult one.
This was my beautiful Husband on my graduation day when I retrained as a nutritionist at 42. He was my biggest cheerleader and helped me squeeze my studies into a busy life with our 3 boys, always stepping up as ‘Super Daddy’ to make space for my studying and college trips.
So when he was killed in a fatal accident last year, my world went dark and I haven’t worked a day since. I am trying to re find my voice and pick myself back up off the floor for this life long and unpredictable journey.
My specialism is helping women with natural solutions to poor mental health but purely as an act of self preservation and survival, I have needed to focus on my own.
I have consulted mediums, chiropractors, nutritionists, post traumatic grief therapists, counsellors, massage therapists, reiki and crystal healing practitioners.
I have hibernated, done daytime naps, watched the fire, journaled, meditated, listened to water, soft music and wind chimes. Let my tears fall in the beautiful fields around me.
I have done it all and yet, it still hasn’t felt enough.
Only upon his death, did I realise the extent of my Husband’s incredible legacy and it got me contemplating my own. This matters so much more to me now (but let’s not call that a silver lining).
Avocados may still play a part but my calling to do more heart based work is stronger than ever. It’s a language that has always come naturally to me.
His death meant the death of a version of myself and yet it also birthed a new version.
I am a different person now and I need to do things differently.
Becoming a young widow is an experience that touches every single part of your emotional, spiritual and physical existence. I know I want to support that community now. To help widows to re build and try to feel peace again.
Even in the darkness, may we all find the glitter amongst our grief.
If you (or someone you know) has lost your life partner, please join me at to follow my journey through loss, healing and the rebellious pursuit of peace 🪩