30/04/2026
I cried at the gym this morning.
Not because it was hard, but because when my PT asked for a one minute plank, I felt so strong I asked to go longer. I held it for two minutes and somewhere in the middle of that I remembered who I used to be.
I wish I could go back to younger me and tell her everything would be okay, that we would recover and be living a life of strength, joy and happiness beyond our wildest dreams. But truthfully I’m not sure she would have believed it.
When you are stuck in a chronic illness that nobody understands and there is no mainstream medical answer for, you can get stuck in a very dark place. A hopeless place where you watch everyone else living a life full of colour and joy while yours becomes frozen in sepia.
During those dark days my only goal was to be able to stand and walk unaided.
To look at me now, asking my PT to push me further, playing netball competitively, having completed two sprint triathlons, you would never guess my background. But it’s always there. Always my reason why.
Because I don’t want you to reach rock bottom before you start listening to your body. You don’t even need to be feeling terrible. You just need to wonder, what if?
⭐️ What if I could have some extra energy?
What if I could manage a social life around work?
What if this back pain could go away?
What if my stomach could calm down?
What if I could feel proud of myself, deeply and truly, even on my hardest days?
What if I just reached out to see what was possible?
I’ve done it before. And if you’re ready, we can do it together. Pop me a message and let’s chat x