Why Burnt-Out Women Feel Disconnected and the Gentle Way Back to Themselves I was watching the new season of Queer Eye  last week, and something Antoni said resonated with me. He was talking about how so many of us feel alone in our experiences. That landed deeply for me, because that’s exactly how I used to feel - not because I didn’t have people, love, or a full life around me, but because I didn’t feel seen in what I was going through. Most women don’t wake up one day and

Until I was in my 40s, I never even thought about my nervous system.It simply wasn’t something I had language for, or awareness around. It wasn’t until I burned out and got sick that I truly understood how much of a role it plays in our lives. After experiencing panic attacks, depression, and symptoms of Hashimoto’s and osteoarthritis, I was forced to face just how stressed and depleted I was. My body was living in a constant state of high alert. it was stuck in fight, fligh

I’ve been reflecting a lot over the last couple of weeks on 2025. It was an amazing year in so many ways. I turned 50 and celebrated in really beautiful ways with family and friends. My husband and I continued with marriage counselling, and it’s helped us grow even closer than we already were. I’ve also been learning how to step back a little more as a mum - not too much, but enough to give my kids the independence they want and need. This one is still very much a work in pro

There was a time in my life when I felt completely alone inside my own world. Not because I didn’t have people around me or because I wasn’t loved, but because, slowly and quietly over years, I had learned how to push my feelings down. I didn’t know how to say, “I need help,”  or “I’m overwhelmed,”  or “I can’t keep holding all of this by myself.” Somewhere along the way, like so many women do, I picked up the belief that being a strong woman meant staying silent. That needin

Most years don’t actually begin. They roll over. We carry December straight into January and all the emotions, beliefs, stress and exhaustion from the year before come with us.  The calendar changes, but we don’t and yet we quietly hope this year will be different. By day five, many of us are already pushing past what we actually need. We tell ourselves to get back into routines, to be productive, to “start fresh,” even when we’re still running on empty. And then we wonder wh

I’ve been thinking about you as we move closer to Christmas. Not the version of you who keeps everything running but the real you. The one who feels things deeply, who gets tired, who holds so much inside without ever saying much about it. And I just wanted to send a few wishes your way. I hope you get to slow down a little. Even if it’s just five quiet minutes in the morning with your coffee. Even if the house is still buzzing around you. I hope you get one moment that feels

I love Christmas — it’s always been my favourite time of year. The lights, the memories, the anticipation… there’s a kind of magic that I still feel even now and so does my labradoodle Scout (his favourite place to sit is next to the Christmas tree!). But I didn’t always feel this way. Because there’s another side of December that no one really talks about. A side that brings everything to the surface - not just the joy, but the pressure, the expectations, and the invisible l

Last week, I had the most beautiful birthday I’ve ever had, and not just because I was turning 50 and welcoming in a new decade or because of the celebrations (although they were pretty special). There was a girls’ getaway filled with belly laughs and slow mornings. A big night out with cocktails and dancing, the kind where your cheeks hurt from smiling. A family dinner that felt warm and grounding. And the biggest surprise of all…My mum and sister flying in from England just

I turn 50 this week, and I always had the idea that by the time I was 50, I would have it all figured out - who I am, what I want, where I'm headed. But if my 40s taught me anything, it’s that life doesn’t always work that way. My 40s were the decade that cracked me open.The one that stripped away everything that wasn’t real - the roles I’d been playing, the pressure to keep it all together, the endless doing and hustling. It was the decade of falling apart…and then slowly

I haven’t written a blog in a while and honestly, that feels like part of the story. Lately, I’ve been getting some much-needed clarity - the kind that doesn’t arrive all at once, but rather through small realizations that gently (and sometimes not so gently) nudge you back to yourself. I’ve noticed how much I’ve still been letting the "shoulds" lead the way in my life. How old patterns that once kept me safe, are still sneaking in and quietly shaping my choices. I am still u

Let’s get something straight: Choosing yourself is not selfish. It ’s necessary. But most of us don’t do it. Why? Because we’ve been...

Let me be real with you. There was a time when I had everything I thought I was supposed to want . The house. The schedule. The work. The...

If you’re trying to heal by yourself — reading every book, downloading every freebie, DIY-ing your way to “better” — that might be the...

If you’ve been going through the motions - doing everything you should be doing but still feeling like something’s missing — that’s not a...

Let’s talk about burnout. Not the kind you read about in articles with tips like “light a candle” or “take a day off.”I’m talking about...

Every June, I tell myself this is going to be the summer we slow down . Mornings will be slower. A few day trips here and there. I’ll...

This week, I had the absolute honour of speaking with Catherine Farquharson as part of her Alchemy of Change Masterclass. And as I sat...

Summer is just around the corner and there’s something about this that sounds so dreamy on paper. We’re sold the idea of slowing down ....

We hear it everywhere: Take care of yourself. Make time for you. Just rest. But when you’ve been conditioned to over-give, over-function,...

I Didn’t See It Then… But I Feel It Now When I was growing up, I never noticed the weight my mum was carrying. She was a single mum,...