About

My healing journey became the foundation for this work.

There was a time in my life where I barely recognised myself.

For six years, I lived inside the cycle of domestic violence, coercive control, fear, emotional abuse, and trauma.

Every day felt unpredictable. I never knew what version of him I was going to get, or what would trigger the next explosion.

There were police.
Courts.
DVOs.
Hospital visits. Surgery.
And eventually…prison.

I truly believed that becoming a mother would change things.
Instead, it made me realise how much more I needed to survive, there were two of us now.

Leaving wasn’t easy – at all.
And healing afterwards was even harder.

Because what nobody really tells you is this:
You don’t just leave the relationship...
You leave carrying the emotional imprint of it.

Even after I got out, my body still lived in survival mode. My nervous system still braced for danger.
My mind still replayed everything. And underneath it all, I felt deeply disconnected from myself.

There was an aching grief I never expected.
A long and deeply personal mourning for the life I thought I would have.
The family I never got to build. The sibling I was never able to give my son. The house I lost. The safe, stable, and secure home environment my son deserved. The love, connection, and togetherness I once imagined for us.

And perhaps hardest of all…the grief of losing the version of myself that existed before the abuse.
The happy, carefree, fun-loving woman who once felt light inside herself. She was gone.
For a long time, I wondered if I would ever find her again.

What I didn’t expect was the shame that followed.
The quiet embarrassment of wondering how someone like me had ended up in such a painful situation.
I was intelligent. Strong. Capable. Yet underneath it all, I was suffering in ways I barely knew how to explain.
I became very good at hiding the depths of that pain from other people.

I had escaped the relationship…but I hadn’t yet escaped what it had done to me.

And I did what I was “supposed” to do. I sought support. I spoke to professionals. I tried to process everything logically. And while some of it helped…I still felt like something inside me remained stuck.

So, over many years, I began searching for deeper healing.

Late at night, after my son had gone to sleep, I immersed myself in trauma healing, nervous system regulation, emotional release work, EFT tapping, somatic healing, breathwork, guided meditation, subconscious healing, energetic practices, and spiritual restoration.

Piece by piece, I began rebuilding myself.

Not the version of me that existed before the trauma – that was impossible…But someone stronger. More resilient. More aware. Wiser. Safer within herself.

Eventually, I realised healing wasn’t about “getting over it.” It was about finally releasing what my body, mind and spirit had been carrying for years.