Not just setting intentions at the beginning of the month, writing down a few goals, or telling ourselves that things are going to be different. But actually learning to live in a way that reflects the life we want to create, the people we're becoming, and the healing we're committed to.

For a long time, I never questioned people's intentions. I didn't question where I stood with them. I overlooked shitty behaviour, made excuses for people, gave chances, reached out first, and often walked away questioning myself, wondering if I was the problem

When the connection changes, the silence grows, and you're left wondering where you stand.

Things you once brushed aside suddenly don't sit right with you anymore. Behaviours you once made excuses for begin to feel uncomfortable. Conversations, relationships, friendships, and even the smallest interactions start making you question things you never used to question.

Every reflection, every song, every blog entry, and every piece of content I create has a theme. There's a reason behind it. There's awareness, education, lived experience, and often a little piece of my own story woven through it

There is a number I've learnt to pay attention to over the years, Five.

I'm sitting here listening to the sounds around me, watching an absolutely fucking amazing sunset, and thinking about how different my life looks now.

Three sessions into trauma therapy, navigating menopause, and learning that healing doesn't always look the way you imagined.

September was confronting. October is about intention.

It’s moments like this, when a chronic illness flare hits, that suddenly your world becomes fucking small.

For a long time, I was always thinking ahead, planning, anticipating, fixing, managing symptoms and trying to keep everything together.

A flare-up meant less energy, fewer plans, quieter and a lot more listening. There was a time when I would have fought that pushed through, kept going and felt frustrated that my body wasn't cooperating.

The little moments that test us, teach us, and sometimes completely challenge us. Raw reflections on life, healing, growth, boundaries, lessons learned and the messy moments in between because sometimes the smallest tests teach us the biggest things.

And as I hit 46, I think it’s a pretty bloody good time to stop and actually look at what I’ve done.

Letting things move, change, fall away and some days I honestly don’t have the words for what’s happening inside me

Sometimes the spaces that call us the loudest are the ones that scare us the most.

These courses are part of my recovery.
They’re part of my therapy.
They’re part of how I keep learning about myself.

feeling slightly feral, actually, scratch that. I woke up feeling like a full-blown gremlin.

Nothing feels settled. Nothing feels familiar. Every corner of my world feels temporary. And if I'm honest, that's hard for someone like me

People see the beach photos, the yoga classes, the pole classes, the coffee moments, the grounding, the “healing girl” shit but they don’t see what it actually costs me behind the scenes