Rulene Jansen Therapy

28/10/2025

Master Coach certificate

27/10/2025

27/10/2025

Grief Coaching Certification Complete

Grief.
The quiet storm that can break us open or bring us home to what truly matters.

Through the powerful guidance and training of Steyn Rossouw, I’ve deepened my understanding of how to help others navigate that storm, not to silence it, but to find the wisdom hidden within it.

This journey taught me that grief is not a sign of weakness, but a testament to love, meaning, and the stories that shaped us.

Thank you, Steyn, for the extraordinary depth, integrity, and fierce compassion you bring to this work. ~ Ru

Grief Coaching Certification complete.
Another step in the work of helping others.
Rewire your Mind. Rise in your Power.
Rewire. Reclaim. Remember.

27/10/2025

Letter to Grief - The Director’s Cut (Ru Style - G.R Inspired)

Oi, Grief… yeah, I see you.
You’ve been tailin’ me for years, haven’t ya?
Cigarette in hand, dark coat, leanin’ against the alley wall of every bloody chapter I’ve tried to rewrite or thought I’d closed.

You’re not subtle, mate. You barge in uninvited, throw your boots on the table, same smirk, same silence, and say, “Looks like it’s just you ’n me again, kid.”

I hated you for that.
Thought you were the villain, the thief who nicked my old mind, my pace, my power. But turns out you were the bloody teacher, detective...

A ruthless one, yeah, but honest, draggin’ me back to the scene ’til I stopped lyin’ about what really hurt.

Sharp. Brutal. No filter.

You strip a soul down quicker than a street hustler runnin’ from a deal gone wrong. And somehow, in the wreckage, you find somethin’ worth keepin’.

I get it now.

You weren’t destroyin’ me; you were rewiring the whole bloody system. Tearin’ down the façades. You took my speed, my sharp edges.
You came with a crowbar and a sermon, whisperin’: “You want the real gold, Ru? You dig through the pain.”

I fought you.

Every time.

Kicked, screamed, built new identities like decoys. But you - persistent bastard that you are - you always found me. And instead of takin’, you started handin’ things back:
Pieces of me I’d buried. Strength dressed up as surrender. Slower, deeper… annoyingly wiser. Courage that trembles but doesn’t quit.

You dragged me through tremors, through tears, through those nights when my own body felt like hellfire I couldn’t control.
And in that chaos, you whispered:
“Every tear’s a negotiation with the divine. That body, when it finally stops pretendin’,
it starts rememberin’.”

You strip a soul bare until only the real voice remains - the one that prays, curses, laughs, and forgives all in the same breath.
You taught me that pain, when met right, becomes precision. That every tremor is the body tellin’ the truth the mouth can’t. And that sometimes God speaks through the cracks, not the miracles.

So here’s to you, Grief.
The uninvited mentor, the rough-edged philosopher, the mate who never lies…

I won’t say I like you, but I respect you.
Because in your chaos, I found rhythm. In your silence, I heard God.
And in losin’ everything I thought I was, I finally met the part of me that’s real.

You’re a right pain in the arse…but you’re the only one who ever told me the truth.

Ru

Rewire Your Mind. Rise In Your Power.

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21/10/2025

You can’t heal a wound you keep narrating.