25/11/2025
✨Even in my earliest days of nursing, I felt called to care for the whole person, to listen beneath the surface, and to honour the unseen wounds that shape us.
My path to Reiki was not linear; it was born through fire. I have lived through the storms of anxiety, depression, addiction, and ADHD. I have known darkness, and the ache of losing myself. In the aftermath of a painful divorce, when self-loathing felt louder than hope, I reached for anything that might keep me standing. It was then that I found Reiki—or perhaps, Reiki found me.
I sat in the presence of an extraordinary healer, Annabel, whose gentleness and empathy wrapped around me like light. In her hands, I felt held. I felt seen. I rediscovered the quiet truth that peace is possible. Reiki allowed me to simply be—without masks, without judgment, without needing to fix or fight. It returned me to myself, not through force, but through love. It showed me another way, beyond pharmaceuticals and survival—a way back home.
That experience changed the course of my life. I followed the path of Reiki training because I knew I had to share this gift, to offer others what was once offered to me: space to breathe, to soften, to remember who they are beneath the pain. Over the last ten years, I have met extraordinary healers whose wisdom continues to guide me, and I carry their teachings with deep gratitude.
Today, I no longer strive to fit into the rigid shape society once demanded. I no longer chase perfection or ideals built in my mind. I am choosing freedom. I am choosing truth. I am choosing love over fear, and peace over performance. I am learning to live unbound—free from the bo***ge of self.
Through Reiki, I hold space for others to return to themselves, just as I once did. To feel whole. To feel enough. To feel home.