Liberation Therapies & Coaching

Liberation Therapies & Coaching Hypnotherapist and Mental Welfare Coach. Supporting you through every stage of your life. Hypnotherapy for Menopause and Oncology as well as general issues.

I mentor successful 40+ women to navigate the menopause and feel inspired to unleash an AMAZING life. Hillary is available to speak at conferences, dinners and groups.

The world shouts bad news at us from every corner… headlines, gossip, the endless scroll of worry. Fear is sticky. It gr...
25/09/2025

The world shouts bad news at us from every corner… headlines, gossip, the endless scroll of worry.

Fear is sticky.

It grabs our attention, lowers our vibration, and whispers that danger is everywhere. When we dwell on it, we unconsciously begin to search for more of it… and like a magnet, we attract what we’re tuned into.

But gratitude tunes us differently.

It softens the noise, turns down the volume on fear, and opens us to the small, tender details that remind us life is still good. Gratitude lifts us up, and in that lighter state, we notice more to be thankful for.

It doesn’t have to be grand. In fact, the simpler, the better.

Each night, before you close your eyes, write down three things you’re grateful for.

Don’t think too hard.

Let them arrive like little gifts.

Today, do far, mine are:
- The joy of spending time with my animals, their presence grounding me.
- My lovely husband surprising me with a takeout coffee, still warm in my hands as I write this.
-The feel of damp grass beneath my bare feet, soft and alive as I hung out the clean fresh laundry on the line to dry in the sunshine.

Fear shrinks the world.

Gratitude expands it.

Tell me - which one do you want to carry into tomorrow?

Art ~ Yenny Yohan
Gratitude

I’ve been sitting with this thought lately - perhaps we have it backwards when we imagine “purpose” as some grand, glitt...
24/09/2025

I’ve been sitting with this thought lately - perhaps we have it backwards when we imagine “purpose” as some grand, glittering destiny, a single, thunderclap achievement that leaves the world gasping in awe.

Maybe - just maybe - purpose lives in the quiet, unnoticed spaces. The moments so small we almost dismiss them.

The look that says I see you.
The hand that steadies another without fanfare.
The kindness so ordinary it dissolves into the air, until, years later, we realise it shaped us.

I can trace the contours of my own life through such moments.
A word spoken gently when my heart felt brittle.
A smile that arrived like sunlight through a crack in the curtains.
A time when someone listened with their whole attention, when their silence said, you matter enough for me to stop and truly hear you.

Those moments didn’t come with fireworks or applause. Yet they rearranged something inside me.
They softened edges, lifted burdens, shifted the path beneath my feet ever so slightly - and those tiny shifts made all the difference.

And then I remember the times I have offered the same, without even noticing.

A passing kindness, a presence, a word that slipped out as casually as breath. Later, someone has told me, you’ll never know what that meant to me. It humbles me to realise how even the smallest gesture can ripple far beyond what we imagine.

It’s so tempting, isn’t it, to believe our value must be proven in milestones and monuments?

That our lives must shout to be worthy. But what if the most important thing we’ll ever do is make another human being feel less invisible?

To remind someone, even fleetingly, that they are loved, worthy, and not alone?

That thought quiets me. It releases the weight of being enough in the world’s loud terms. Instead, it points me towards love in its simplest clothing - an everyday, living prayer of kindness.

Perhaps that is purpose. Not the lightning bolt, but the steady flame.

One small, luminous act at a time.

I see you.

Art ~ David Stanton
After, the lightning strike.

There is a sacred thread between listening and love, so fine you almost miss it, yet so strong it can hold the weight of...
22/09/2025

There is a sacred thread between listening and love, so fine you almost miss it, yet so strong it can hold the weight of a human soul.

When someone leans in and allows us to pour out our words, not to hurry us along, not to correct or judge, but simply to be with us, something deep inside exhales. It is as though their stillness says “your voice matters, your heart matters, you matter…”

Love does not always arrive wrapped in flowers or declared in dramatic sentences.

More often it lives quietly in the pauses, in the attentive silence that makes room for us to unfold.

To be listened to with patience and presence is to be met without conditions, without demands to be brighter, quicker, or more together than we are.

This kind of listening is love in its purest form - love that does not rush to mend or to solve, but simply offers itself as a steady, open space.

To be heard in this way is to feel held, even without arms around us, in a warmth that says: you are safe to bring your whole self here.

I see you.

Art ~ Pauline Ender
Listening

There is a fire that flickers the moment you dare to believe in yourself again. A flame that whispers “you are not late,...
18/09/2025

There is a fire that flickers the moment you dare to believe in yourself again. A flame that whispers “you are not late, you are not lost, you are not behind.”

You are standing on sacred ground, right where the old path ends and the new one begins.

This is your blank canvas, your open field, your sky before the stars appear.

Each breath, each choice, each step is a brushstroke of becoming. And with every move, the story shifts away from the cages of yesterday, towards the vast horizon of what could be.

So today, lay down the weight of old narratives. Let the limits you set yourself fall like autumn leaves and stretch your arms wide… wider still.

The Universe leans in close, ready to write beside you.

And what is waiting?

More wonder, more beauty, more magic, more than your mind has ever dared to hold.

It all begins with belief.

Strike the match.

The rest will blaze its own way forward.

I see you.

Art ~ Marga Chichowokski
Bonfire

Morning is a whisper from the world, a gentle invitation to begin again. With the first light, life opens its hand and p...
14/09/2025

Morning is a whisper from the world, a gentle invitation to begin again. With the first light, life opens its hand and places another day before you, fresh and unmarked, waiting to be shaped by what you bring to it.

It is one more chance to touch a heart with kindness, to remind someone that they are seen.

One more chance to plant a thought that may take root and grow into courage or hope.

One more chance to breathe life into a weary soul, to inspire with your presence, your words, or even your silence.

The sunrise itself is a lesson that no matter how dark the night has been, the light always returns and with it comes possibility.

Each day is a gift disguised as ordinary hours, a treasure hidden in the rhythm of the familiar.

So step gently into the morning.

Notice the colours, the stillness, the quiet hum of life gathering itself. Carry with you the awareness that your very being can make a difference. You do not need to move mountains to change the world… sometimes it is enough to offer a smile, a listening ear, or the smallest act of tenderness.

Morning is more than the start of a day; it is a reminder that you matter, that what you do matters, and that within you is the power to bring light wherever you go.

I see you.

About seven years ago, I stopped watching the news. Now I see everything else.I am not burying my head in the sand.I am ...
12/09/2025

About seven years ago, I stopped watching the news. Now I see everything else.

I am not burying my head in the sand.
I am not blind to the world.
I simply know I cannot change it by drowning in it.
So I choose not to engage in the steady drip of negativity.

Instead - I watch the sun break open the horizon, colours colliding with the sky like a quiet promise of renewal.

I watch the birds gather without a thought for tomorrow, living their faith in the simple rhythm of wings.

I watch rivers bend and yield, finding their way forward without demanding to know why.

I watch rainbows stretch across the sky,
a reminder that light still remembers how to return.

I watch small red squirrels on fence posts, tightrope walkers with bright eyes, balancing on nothing but trust.

I watch dust drift in sunlight and remember how delicate we are,
and how unstoppable the soul can be.

I watch humanity - hearts unarmoured,
smiles softening, people climbing their mountains and telling the truths they once thought unspeakable.

I watch us love more than we judge, give more than we take, learn more than we fear.

I stopped watching the news.

And in the stillness that followed,
I discovered something worth watching:
the simple, beautiful act of being alive.

Tell me - what are you watching?

Art ~ Taha Mansour

Today is World Su***de Prevention Day 🕯️I know the raw ache of losing family and friends to su***de. It’s a wound that n...
10/09/2025

Today is World Su***de Prevention Day 🕯️

I know the raw ache of losing family and friends to su***de. It’s a wound that never quite heals, only softens with time.

Su***de is never just a statistic. It’s a chair left empty at the table, a voice silenced too soon, a ripple of grief that spreads through generations. It changes the shape of a family forever.

Silence keeps too many people trapped in their darkest moments.

Words - spoken with honesty and heard with compassion, can loosen that grip.

A conversation might be the light that shows someone there is still a path forward.

💛 So today, I choose to speak.
💬 To listen deeply.
🤝 To hold space without judgment.
🌱 To remind anyone struggling: you matter more than you know.

If you are hurting, please know you are not alone.
📞 Samaritans: 116 123 (Free, 24/7)

Let’s be the flicker of light for those who can’t yet see their own.

***dePreventionDay

Liberation Therapies & Coaching

Art ~ Kevin Gray

For the ‘Anonymous’ person who contacted me yesterday. I don’t know your name.I don’t know the weight you’ve been carryi...
05/09/2025

For the ‘Anonymous’ person who contacted me yesterday.

I don’t know your name.
I don’t know the weight you’ve been carrying, or how many nights you’ve lain awake wondering if you can go on.

I don’t know the battles you’ve fought in silence, or the moments you’ve thought about ending it all, just to make the pain stop.

But I do know this:

The fact that you’re here, reading these words, means a part of you is still choosing to hold on.

Even if it feels fragile, even if it feels like the thinnest thread, that thread is life, and it is sacred.

Your pain is not proof that you are broken.

It is proof that you are alive,that you are capable of feeling the depths that most people never touch.

And I promise you - the same heart that feels unbearable sorrow also has the capacity to feel joy, love, beauty, and peace…
even if you cannot see it right now.

I know you are tired.

I know the temptation to slip away can feel like relief.

But your story is not finished.

Your presence in this world matters more than you can imagine.

There are people, whether you know them yet or not - who would grieve the loss of your light.

There are moments ahead, wonderful, unexpected, unplanned, unimagined,
that could change everything.

Please, stay.
Breathe.
Reach out.

Even if it’s only a whisper, even if it’s only to one person.

Because you are not a burden,
you are a beating heart with more to give and more to receive.

And right now, this world needs you.
Not in some grand, heroic way.
Just you, alive, breathing, here.

If you are thinking about ending your life, please reach out.

Call someone you trust, me, a friend, a helpline, anyone who will listen.
You do not have to carry this alone.

I see you.

Art ~ Paulina Saneka
Sadness

Never mistake glass for truth.A mirror is nothing more than a trickster, it is all surface, no soul.It flatters or it co...
03/09/2025

Never mistake glass for truth.
A mirror is nothing more than a trickster, it is all surface, no soul.

It flatters or it condemns, but always it lies, for you are not what it shows.

It cannot reveal the quiet brilliance
in the way your eyes soften when you love, or the spark that escapes
when laughter breaks through your guard.

It will never catch the silent strength
that rises in you when life presses hard
and you choose, again, to stand tall.

A mirror cannot hold the tenderness you give so freely, the courage it takes to begin again, or the wonder you bring simply by being.

So when the mirror whispers its lies,
smile at your reflection,
and know this:

the surface is nothing,

the soul is everything.

I see you.

Art ~ Mal Vino Polinska
‘She is looking for her reflection’

23/08/2025

How Do You Know If Your Training Session Has Done What It Was Supposed To Do?

After delivering a training session, the question we always ask ourselves is
Did it make a difference?🤔

Here are some key signs we look for to know that the session was a success...

Understanding — Participants are engaged, they ask relevant questions and can explain concepts in their own words.

Confidence — Learners feel more capable, they feel they can apply the skills when it counts.

Engagement — Active participation during the session, whether through discussions, practical exercises, or quizzes, this shows the content is resonating.

Positive Feedback — Honest, constructive feedback indicates that learners found value in the session and appreciate the delivery.

Behavior Change — The ultimate proof is when learners use what they’ve learned in real life — whether at work, home, or in an emergency.

At Prima Cura Training, we aim for more than just completing a session we want our training to stick and empower.

That means clear communication, practical exercises, and follow up support to help skills stay sharp.

If you’re delivering training, ask yourself...
Are your participants walking away with something they didn’t have before?
That’s how you know you’ve done your job well.

Drop Prima Cura a message for more information on our training courses.
steph@primacuratraining.co.uk

You are not the name spoken over you, not the stories stitched into your past, not even the restless chatter that echoes...
23/08/2025

You are not the name spoken over you, not the stories stitched into your past, not even the restless chatter that echoes in your mind.

You are the stillness that watches, the quiet flame that never goes out. A soul, wandering through the beautiful mess of being human, gently trying to remember what it has always known.

The dramas of life will swirl and tug, the worries will demand your attention, but none of it defines you.

Step back.

Breathe.

See the fleeting nature of this physical stage play, and notice how every storm eventually passes.

The body ages, the circumstances shift, the roles change - but the essence of you remains untouched.

There is no need to grasp so tightly, no reason to fear. You are not the turbulence, you are the sky it moves through. And in that remembrance, a great peace waits for you, patiently, like an old friend.

I see you.

Photo: from my kitchen window.

Dear friends,I wanted to take a moment to thank you for your patience and understanding during my recent silence here.Li...
04/08/2025

Dear friends,

I wanted to take a moment to thank you for your patience and understanding during my recent silence here.

Life has been full - and at times overwhelming. My eldest son has been in hospital for the past few months, and while he’s now home and recuperating (which I’m deeply grateful for), it’s been an intense emotional journey.

At the same time, I’ve been preparing for a big move to Northumberland next week — a new chapter in a wilder, more ancestral landscape that I hope will bring new inspiration and space for rest.

In the midst of all this, I’ve also been supporting many hypnotherapy and mental welfare coaching clients, doing my best to be fully present for them before I take a few months’ pause after the move.

As you can imagine, it’s taken a toll, and I’ve not had the inner stillness or clarity to write the kind of reflective, meaningful pieces I usually love sharing here.

So thank you - truly - for your patience and understanding. I’m looking forward to coming back in full force when things have settled, with new reflections and inspiration to share from the windswept hills of the north.

With love and gratitude,
Hillary x
Liberation Therapies and Coaching

Photos ~ view from garden and bedroom - Northumberland UK

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