05/05/2026
The last few years have been tough mentally tough.
I’ve felt a real sense of loss, like I’ve been grieving the old me.
The confident me. The one who would take on any workout.
The one who didn’t listen when she was told she couldn’t and proved she could do anything.
Somewhere along the way, I struggled to find where I fit while juggling life.
And don’t get me wrong I love my life. My girls, my husband, my work as a PT and rehab coach it all means everything to me.
But I was giving everyone all of me, holding nothing back, and slowly I lost sight of myself.
This amazing human, Mr B ( )he saw me.
“I see you,” he’d say, over and over.
But I didn’t understand how he could, because I couldn’t see myself anymore.
He knew what I needed, and more importantly, he knew how to help me in the right way.
He did for me what I do every day for others.
He helped take away that fear of not being good enough.
He reminded me not to look back at what was, but to focus on what is, and what still can be.
That small steps lead to bigger ones.
I can’t thank you enough for helping me rebuild, refocus, and believe again in what was always there.
I love you to the moon and back.
My #1, always. See you at the next doubles in Cardiff ♥️