03/04/2026
I haven't shared this story publically either and since my last personal story had such an amazing response, I'm sharing this one too. The first time I knew I had a guardian angel…
Back in the mid-2000s, I reached a point where I just knew…I couldn’t stay where I was. I was fed up living at home. Fed up living in the small town I grew up in — Downpatrick. And more than anything…I never wanted to be one of those people sitting on the same bar stool 20 years later, talking about what I could have done with my life.
I wanted to be the one who could say: “This is what I DID do.”
So I left. I moved to London — which, at the time, felt like a very big, very intimidating world for a small-town girl.
I was living alone in a ground floor flat in Ilford. Every day I’d get the train into central London, working near Oxford Street. I loved it. But if I’m honest… it was also a little scary.
At that time in my life, weekends looked very different to how they do now. A few drinks… sometimes more than a few. A cigarette in hand (thankfully not anymore 🙏).
And one night, after a few drinks at home…I fell asleep on the sofa. I woke up around 2am. Cold. Disoriented. So I went to bed without really thinking anything of it.
The next morning…I opened my bedroom door and walked into the living room. And immediately…Something felt off.
You know that feeling when the energy in a room just feels… different?
I looked over toward the window. The curtains were closed, but there was something there I couldn’t explain. An imprint.
The only way I can describe it is…it looked like someone had been sitting on the windowsill. Right above where my head had been lying the night before.
I lived alone. I knew I hadn’t done that. I tried to brush it off. Made a coffee. Sat down. And then I saw it.
A cigarette on the floor. But something wasn’t right about it. The end was gone. The inside had burned right through and fallen out. And then I saw the mark on the sofa. A burn.
In that moment, it hit me all at once. I had fallen asleep with a lit cigarette in my hand. I could have set the entire flat on fire. And then I looked back at the window. At that imprint. And I was flooded with a feeling I still can’t fully explain. Not fear. Not shock. But a deep, quiet knowing. I wasn’t alone that night.
Something — or someone — had been there. Watching. Protecting.
Making sure nothing happened. And in that moment, I knew…
I had a guardian angel.
I don’t expect everyone to interpret experiences like this in the same way.
But I do believe this: Sometimes, we are far more supported…than we realise.
✨ Have you ever had a moment where you felt like something was watching over you?
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