Naomi Holdt - Psychologist and Speaker

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ABOUT NAOMI
Naomi is a psychologist, author and speaker with over 20 years experience in education, educational psychology and psychotherapy with a special interest in the emotional well - being of children and young adults. With an initial teaching background she has insightful knowledge on the role of both parents and teachers in supporting, nurturing and helping young people reach their potential. Naomi qualified cm laude with an MA in Educational Psychology from University of KwaZulu-Natal and is in private practice in Hilton, South Africa. She has spoken countrywide and her online parenting courses have now reached an international following. Naomi is a mother of two young children and regards this as a privilege and her most important role. DISCLAIMER
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As 2026 begins to take shape, I’ve been sitting with what the last year asked of many of us.2025 was intense. For many, ...
13/01/2026

As 2026 begins to take shape, I’ve been sitting with what the last year asked of many of us.

2025 was intense.

For many, it stretched capacity, tested resilience, and asked for more steadiness than felt available at times.

Coming out of a year like that, I found myself wanting something different for the year ahead - especially in the spaces where children are growing, learning, and forming their sense of who they are.

One decision I’ve made for 2026 is a simple one, but a meaningful one.

All of my live online workshops this year will be offered at a single price point: $26 / R426.

Not because the work has less value - but because I want more people in the room.

More parents.
More teachers.
More school leaders.
More caregivers who care deeply and want to do things thoughtfully.

Over the past year, these online workshops have brought together people from all over the world - some joining at midnight or in the early hours of the morning.

They’re the same talks I deliver in schools and organisations in person, just made accessible beyond geography and logistics.

The first live workshop for 2026 is already scheduled, and it feels like exactly the right place to begin.

Beyond the Report Card: Raising Resilient, Emotionally Intelligent Learners

The beginning of a school year carries a particular kind of energy.

Fresh stationery. New shoes. New teachers.

Hope mixed with pressure- often before a child has even stepped into a classroom.

Some children are starting school for the very first time.
Some are entering their final year.
Some are quietly carrying last year’s disappointments into this one.

And without meaning to, marks and reports can start shaping the story long before they arrive.

In this live masterclass, I’ll be sharing how to set a steadier emotional tone for the year ahead - one that supports learning, confidence, and resilience without fear leading the way.

We’ll explore things like:

🌀 how children experience pressure and expectation across different ages
🌀 how stress interferes with learning, motivation, and confidence
🌀 how to speak about school in ways that keep curiosity alive
🌀 how parents and teachers can hold expectations without anxiety taking over
🌀 how resilience is built quietly, through everyday interactions

You’ll leave with practical language and tools you can use immediately - at home or in the classroom - to support learning without the year revolving around marks.

This topic has been shared with schools and parent groups over the last six months, and the feedback has been deeply affirming.

Parents and educators have spoken about feeling steadier, clearer, and more confident in how they support children - especially during moments of disappointment or pressure.

👇

- Date: 9 February 2026
- Time: 6pm SAST | 4am AEDT | 4pm GMT
- Where: Live on Zoom + replay included
- Investment: $26 / R426 (A Yoco option for South African users is available at checkout)

👉 Reserve your seat here: https://naomiholdt.thrivecart.com/beyond-the-report-card/

If 2026 is a year where you want to be more intentional - for yourself, and for the children you support - I’d love to have you join us.

There may even be one or two surprises waiting for those who attend live.

With love,
Naomi 💛

THE DAYS WE ALL HAVE…A real, honest human update:This morning I realised something I need to share here. A really good f...
12/01/2026

THE DAYS WE ALL HAVE…

A real, honest human update:

This morning I realised something I need to share here.

A really good friend- someone I hold very dear, and also a breast cancer survivor- messaged me.

When a friend who loves you and has walked beside you in the trenches starts a message with “This has been on my heart and I need to be honest with you”,
you listen.

She apologized for withdrawing a little. She shared how seeing my posts-
How WELL I seemed to be doing,
How STRONG I looked,
How all I seemed to be managing-
sometimes felt triggering.
Some days she just couldn’t be in that space. And that made it hard.

Respect…
for her space.
for her boundaries.
for our friendship.
for her beautiful and much appreciated honesty.

I replied immediately, but here’s what you need to know too:

Like every human being- and especially trauma and cancer survivors and journeyers-

I HAVE DAYS…

Days the tears rise right to the brim.
Days anxiety and depression sit like vultures overhead, waiting.
Days when even the smallest pieces of reality feel overwhelming.
Knowing that life will never be quite that “simple” again…

The oncology appointments.
The upcoming repeat MRI brain scan.
The daily medication.
The looming-too-soon annual PET scan and all else.
The constant rethinking of all I consume, use, apply, clean with.
The overthinking of every unexplained pain.
The quiet, gnawing question: “Where will this beast show up next…?”
And the…
And the…
And the…

Every single one of these and more- an absolutely NORMAL part of every survivors experience…

My friends, we all have DAYS…

‘Days’ don’t mean we aren’t growing.
‘Days’ don’t mean we aren’t becoming.
‘Days’ don’t cancel our courage, healing, or hope.

What I share here doesn’t make me stronger or further along than anyone else. It’s just a small window into a VERY real, VERY human, VERY layered life.

If you’re surviving quietly- you belong here.

If you’re exhausted, numb, grieving, afraid, or full up with rage at the unfairness of it all- you belong here.

If today is just about getting through- you belong here.

Never compare your insides to anyone else’s outsides. And if my words ever feel like too much for where you are, that’s okay too.

We ALL have days…
And you’re allowed to be exactly where you are.

With love and a heart full of gratitude for the honesty of heart friends,
Naomi 💛

Today, while snorkeling with hundreds of these almost identical “Zebra” fish (Sergeant Majors), something that’s been si...
09/01/2026

Today, while snorkeling with hundreds of these almost identical “Zebra” fish (Sergeant Majors), something that’s been sitting quietly on my heart for months surfaced again…

As human beings, we so often start with difference.

We scan for what sets us apart.
What doesn’t match.
What feels unfamiliar.

But one of the things that’s become increasingly important to me in this season is the exact opposite:

Starting with sameness.

Like spokes of a wheel, it’s our common ground that holds us together.

I’m not for one second suggesting we ignore or flatten our uniquenesses- absolutely not. I’m deeply pro individuality. (As you likely know I am a fairly out the box, slightly wayward- some would say ‘whacky’- human myself). Our differences matter and need to be honoured.

BUT when we begin with difference, we often end up in separation.
Judgement.
Comparison.
Stories that feed insecurity and distance.

Perhaps instead we should begin with what is true of every single human being…

Our sameness is our HUMANNESS…

Imperfection.
Fear.
Failure.
Insecurity.
The capacity for spectacular mess-ups.
The inner critic we’re afraid to let anyone hear.
The tender parts we hide because we’re scared they won’t be met with kindness.

This shared humanness is what unites us all…

And when we choose to look at the world- and at one another- through that lens FIRST,
Something shifts.
Perspectives soften.
Edges round off.
Compassion becomes possible…

So maybe next time, before judging the differences that divide,
that separate,
that build walls,
We should pause…

And begin with what is the same…

Our beautifully messy, fragile, imperfect humanness- the place where we all belong.

With love and fish,
Naomi 🩵

The tides of life…Everything in the natural world moves by tides and energy. The ocean reminds us daily- beautifully, re...
07/01/2026

The tides of life…

Everything in the natural world moves by tides and energy. The ocean reminds us daily- beautifully, relentlessly- that flow is not optional. It is life force.

What I was reminded of this week is that those tides live inside us too…

And when something from the external world disrupts them- when our inner rhythm is knocked violently out of harmony- the way back is not through thinking, or talking, or “coping better.”

Sometimes the way back is returning to the larger rhythm that remembers us even when we cannot remember ourselves…

Here’s how it happened:

In a social situation recently- unfamiliar, already effortful for an introverted empath- personal questions came at me unexpectedly. I was caught off guard. In that moment, my system did what it had been trained to do for years: it answered.

Only later did my body respond.

The moment I left, I froze.
Complete nervous system dysregulation.
So deeply in survival that speech itself disappeared.

I woke up the next morning hoping I would have found my breath- and realised I still felt like I was suffocating.

So I did the only thing that I know sometimes reaches places that words cannot.

I went to the ocean.

Out there, a pod of dolphins was slowly moving through the water. I didn’t swim towards them- they came to me.
Circled me.
Passed beneath me.
Around me.
Close enough to reach out and touch them- though I didn’t dare contaminate the magic happening in those waters…

One returned again and again, never leaving my side…

I don’t try explain moments like that away anymore.
Some things are not coincidence- they are nature’s own ancient regulation remedy that exceeds logical explanation…

Later that morning, as the tears finally came, the understanding followed.

When your body has been violated- even in the name of necessary medical care- emotional boundary violations land differently.
They are not “small.”
They are not just uncomfortable.

They are re-triggering.

That means stepping away, not answering, changing the subject or protecting your tenderness is not rude.
It’s not dramatic.
It’s not selfish.

It is SELF-PRESERVATION.

People share their stories at a pace and in a space that feels safe to their nervous systems. When we ask questions- even with curiosity or care- we may unknowingly place someone in a position where they have to betray their safety.

And the body remembers...

So this is a reminder I’m carrying forward:

There is an ebb and flow.
A powerful intelligence in the living world around us.
When your inner compass is knocked off course- for any reason- return to what regulates you.

As the sun sank back into the ocean later that day,
I remembered- endings are a part of the rhythm too.

Breath continues.
Life carries on.
Beauty still exists- even when your being needs time to catch up.

You don’t owe anyone your story before your body is ready.
Your need for space is not a failure of kindness- it’s wisdom.

Find the tide that steadies you,
And let it carry you back to yourself…

With love and tides,
Naomi 🩵

One thing that’s changed considerably over this last season is the tightness of my inner circle of humans... Not out of ...
06/01/2026

One thing that’s changed considerably over this last season is the tightness of my inner circle of humans...

Not out of bitterness.
Not out of walls.
But out of clarity.

Because life is too short to spend time and emotional energy in circles that don’t feed your soul…
In circles that don’t nourish your becoming…
In circles where your soul language isn’t spoken- or heard…

There comes a moment when you realise that proximity is not the same as connection,
And history is not the same as safety.
That growth asks us to be discerning, not defensive.
Intentional, not closed.

A good friend of mine sent me this poem yesterday. I inhaled deeply as I read its words.

THIS is my kind of human.
THESE are the people I want in my circle…

Those who know how to live passionately.
Who dare to dream beyond what is immediately possible.
Who are willing to go to the depths of humanness alongside another-
and who are not afraid of what they will find there…

Those who don’t rush to fix, minimize, bypass or tidy up the messiness of being alive.
Those who can sit in the fire without needing to escape it.
Those who choose truth over comfort, depth over performance, presence over pretence.

This poem names it all so beautifully…

THE INVITATION

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...

I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals,
or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,
to be realistic,
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.

If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day.
And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes."

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

~ Oriah Mountain Dreaner

May we all find- and fiercely protect- the circles that let us be fully human.
The ones that expand us, soften us, steady us.
The ones where our souls can finally exhale…

With love,
and nourishing circles,
Naomi 💛

It’s only when we are brutally reminded of the finiteness of life that we are truly awakened to all that is around us… a...
04/01/2026

It’s only when we are brutally reminded of the finiteness of life that we are truly awakened to all that is around us…
and fully open to feeling ALL of it…

The beauty.
The devastation.
The ache.
And the unadulterated JOY…

I’ve been thinking so much about that word for the past few weeks.
About what it is I want to carry with me- daily- into this year.
Not in the neat, hashtagged way we often choose “a word for the year,”
But in a deep, meaningful, tangible reframe…

I’ve realised many things over the last twelve months.
One of them is this:
I need more- so much MORE- joy.

The thing about joy is that we’re taught to search for it.
That it’s rare.
Elusive.
Hard to find.

From a very young age, in one way or another, we are taught to expect suffering.
That a life of endurance is normal.
That struggle is what makes us worthy.
That if we just hold on long enough, joy might visit us briefly…
Like a reward…

And we are taught to expect-
What we are taught we must endure-
Is exactly what our brains learn to manifest.

So we search.
And strive.
And scrape together the tiniest drops of joy to dilute what we’ve been told is “just life.”

But here’s what I have realised:

Joy is not something to be searched for.
Joy is something to be AWAKENED to.

It’s something to open ourselves to receiving.
Something to soften into.
It’s something… to EXPECT.

It lives in the steaming cup of sipped tea.
In the warm companionship of a furry hound.
In the well-read lines of our favourite books.
In barefoot walks on fine, sandy beaches.
In the salty water swims through schools of fish,
Where time dissolves and breath becomes prayer…

Joy ALREADY exists.
Everywhere.

Even in the messiness.
Even in the brutality.
Even in the wild, upside down chaos of the ordinary days.

It’s there…

You don’t have to search relentlessly.
The universe is bustling to gift it to you.

Just open yourself up to noticing.
To receiving.
And perhaps- gently-
Start expecting it…

With love and a full heart,
Naomi 🩵

Yesterday afternoon, I went for a walk alone along the nature paths of an estate that my best friend, Pie, used to live ...
02/01/2026

Yesterday afternoon, I went for a walk alone along the nature paths of an estate that my best friend, Pie, used to live in. She left this earth 19 months ago, and I know she walked those same paths hundreds of times.

I’ve often sought her wisdom on these paths she would have tread so deeply before me.

Yesterday again, as I paused to watch a woolly-necked stork and a flock of hadedas spread their wings across the sky, I heard her voice as clearly as if it were her standing next to me:

“Naoms. Live girl. LIVE.
Live with gay abandon.
Live because you have life.
Live because YOU can.”

And I remembered the promise I made to her in the months before she left- in a poem I wrote- to live louder, love harder and shine more brightly because she, and so many other beautiful souls, couldn’t…

But this quest…
this promise…
of really, truly LIVING…

It’s not easy.

Because living freely often requires choosing yourself.

And choosing yourself isn’t the bold, glamorous, empowered moment we’ve been sold.
It isn’t dramatic or triumphant or celebrated.

Choosing yourself is often quiet.
And heartbreaking.
And heavy.

It means sitting in aloneness.
Letting others be disappointed.
Resisting the urge to explain yourself to exhaustion.

It means holding grief without turning it inward and making yourself the villain.

In a society that has raised us to believe that choosing self is selfish-
Especially when, by nature, we are wired to give to others first-
Honouring that small, quiet voice inside that is begging to be free, to be heard, to be acknowledged-
that is the hardest task of all.

It doesn’t come with applause.
It doesn’t come with certainty.
It doesn’t come without a cost.

Choosing yourself in order to live,
To grow,
To Become-
Especially when your soul has outgrown the walls it once survived in-
Entails grief, guilt, bravery, courage, and the constant remembering of something many of us were never taught:

YOU, TOO, DESERVE JOY.

Read that again.

You, TOO, deserve JOY.

And choosing that- choosing YOUR joy, can feel like the bravest and most devastating thing you will ever do.

If you find yourself here,
This is your reminder:
Choosing YOU is not selfish…

It is survival.
It is integrity.
It is LIFE choosing LIFE.

And maybe…
Just maybe…
THAT’s exactly what living looks like.

With love always,
And quiet joy,
Naomi 💛

TEN THINGS THIS YEAR TAUGHT ME(A quiet goodbye to 2025) This is a strange goodbye. I’m not ready to leave this year- Too...
31/12/2025

TEN THINGS THIS YEAR TAUGHT ME
(A quiet goodbye to 2025)

This is a strange goodbye.

I’m not ready to leave this year-
Too much still unfinished,
Too many loose threads,
Too many moments still settling into my bones.

And yet… I am ready.
Ready for the new that 2026 might bring.

But before I go, here are a few (of the many, MANY) things this year taught me- not from books or theories, but from living. Rawly. Honestly. In the trenches.

✨You can hold your breath for longer than you think.

A lesson from Deep Inspiration Breath Hold during radiation- breath held to protect my heart.
But-a life lesson too…
When it feels like you’re drowning, pause. Hold. Stay.
You have more air in your lungs- and more strength within you- than your panic tells you.

✨Our bodies often know before our minds do.

Spaces, places, relationships that leave us with tight chests, shallow breaths, heaviness…
These aren’t false alarms.
They’re quiet information from our deepest wisdom…
Learn to listen. Learn to trust…
Your nervous system already knows.

✨Rest is not a luxury. It is essential.

Essential to healing.
Essential to growing.
Essential to living.
Listen when your body asks you to slow- or it will eventually force you to.
Rest is not failure.
It’s an essential part of sustaining life itself.

✨Time is the most precious gift you have. It’s a limited resource.
Every moment that passes is one less on your calendar of life.
Choose carefully who you give it to. There’s too little time to offer it to those who don’t speak your soul’s language or fill your heart with joy.

✨Boundaries are not walls- they are oxygen.

They don’t shut people out.
They keep you alive.
They aren’t unkindness.
They’re gentle acts of protection for what’s still tender.
And those who refuse to respect them are showing you something important.

✨You don’t need the whole map to take the next step.

Because honestly, when life throws ‘life’, you can’t see a single thing ahead of you. You don’t need clarity.
Sometimes all you are given is a few centimetres of ground.
Take that.
That’s enough.

✨Grief is not linear- And it’s not something you “get over”.

We carry it tenderly and messily through so many seasons.
It moves. It softens. It resurfaces.
And still- you can carry grief AND live fully at the same time.

✨ It’s not the size of your circle that matters.

It’s who is still standing in it after the storm.
Some won’t be there at the end. Grieve them.
Then turn towards those who never left.

✨You will outgrow versions of yourself- and not everyone will come with you.

That doesn’t make you unkind.
It doesn’t make you ungrateful for the seasons you’ve shared.
It means you’re alive.
And still Becoming.

✨This life is not a dress rehearsal.

You have more choice than you think.
There is joy to be found and life to be LIVED- passionately, bravely, fully.
Not merely survived on the hamster wheel.
But LIVED.

Be fearless. Take the brave step.
Do the thing.
Find the joy.
Search for it relentlessly.

Because this one messy, beautiful, heartbreaking, precious life-
THIS IS IT.
Live every moment. Now is all you’re promised.

So, goodbye 2025.
You were brutal.
You were scared.
You stripped me bare and taught me how to breathe again.

I’m not done with all you stirred in me. But I am ready to walk forward- softer, truer, braver.

Here’s to 2026.
May it meet us gently.
And may we meet it-
EXACTLY as we are.

With love and still dancing,
And with so much gratitude for every one of you who walked beside me through the canaried tsunamis of 2025,
Naomi 💛

A few days ago, in a little curio shop, my daughter and I were looking at African Symbol necklaces. There were many to c...
30/12/2025

A few days ago, in a little curio shop, my daughter and I were looking at African Symbol necklaces.

There were many to choose from-
symbols embodying Abundance, Bravery, Life, Relationship, Love, Friendship, Beauty, Health, Unity…

And then there was THIS one…

I asked her to help me choose- to tell me which one she felt suited me best.

Without hesitation, she said,
“Mom- the New Beginning one. Because you are having so many new beginnings.”

I had been drawn to a few others too- their meanings deep and resonant- but my wise little human was right.

Maybe this mom needs the reminder every single day.

It’s never too late
to begin again.
To change direction.
To start over.
To reinvent.
To rediscover.
To venture into the unknown…

It’s never to late to choose a life that doesn’t just fit-
But OVERFLOWS you.
With meaning.
With aliveness.
With passion.

When I put the necklace on back at the lodge, I noticed something quietly extraordinary…

The pendant rests exactly two cm above my biggest radiation tattoo.

A mark of what I survived.
And now- a symbol of what I am choosing.

So if you need a reminder as we step into the new year, here it is:

No matter who you are.
How young or old you are.
What your story has held.
Or what your circumstances may look like now.

It’s never too late to change your path…

There’s courage within you- even if it’s small and your hands are shaking.

I’m clutching my pendant…
And taking the step…

With love,
and New Beginnings,
Naomi 💛

NOTHINGNESS WEEKI have slipped away for a few days of bush submersion after a year that has tested every fibre of my bod...
27/12/2025

NOTHINGNESS WEEK

I have slipped away for a few days of bush submersion after a year that has tested every fibre of my body and soul.

A year that taught me.
Grew me.
Expanded me far beyond what I ever imagined possible-
and also siphoned more energy than my mitochondria ever stood a chance of converting…

So here I am…
Literally spending hours in this chair.
And this morning, I was joined by this little guy, who quietly shared my coffee and didn’t ask a single thing of me.

So I just sat…
As I am doing again-
Savouring an orchestra of bird calls and insect chirps,
And deeply inhaling the purest breath…

Yesterday, I wanted to write.
To think.
To do...

But instead- I was numb.
Mind blank.
Words refusing to assemble.
And I was in bed before 8pm last night...
Utterly spent…

I have been wondering if the Christmas adrenaline surge finally had its say...
(Realistically perhaps it was the entire 2025 adrenaline surge)
And whether this is the inevitable crash that follows surviving on borrowed cortisol…

But as today feels much the same,
I’ve named it.
I’ve declared it:

NOTHINGNESS WEEK.

Not racing to the finish line.
Not spring-cleaning cupboards or creating vision boards.
Not whipping myself into action because the calendar says I should.

Just…
Slowness.
Quiet.
Letting stillness engulf me however it wants to.

Absorbing softness. Richness.
The ancient wisdom of the natural world that never rushes and never apologizes for resting.

And maybe this is the reminder some of us need too. Again.

You don’t always need to process.
Or fix.
Or optimize your healing.

Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is sit in a chair,
Share space with a Guttural Toad,
And allow nothingness to do its quiet, necessary work.

If your body is asking for stillness- listen.
If your soul is whispering ‘enough now’- honour it.

Declare a NOTHINGNESS WEEK.

Growth doesn’t only happen in motion.
Sometimes it happens alongside quietness and a coffee-sharing toad.

With love always,
Naomi 💛

On this day, after a year that has asked so much of so many, I wish you, with ALL my heart, an abundance of joy. The kin...
25/12/2025

On this day, after a year that has asked so much of so many,
I wish you, with ALL my heart,
an abundance of joy.

The kind that surprises you.
The kind that heals you.
The kind that reminds you you’re not alone.

And moments of magic and miracles greater than your wildest dreams could ever imagine.

Merry Christmas, my friends.
Thank you for being here. Still. ✨

So much love today and always,
Naomi 🎄❤️

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