For a long time, I didn’t realise I wasn’t being fully myself.

I had shaped myself into who I thought I needed to be - nice, smart, easy, quiet. The good girl. Miss Independent. The high achiever. I kept my emotions bottled up, put others first, and did what I thought was expected. But underneath it all, I doubted myself constantly and felt completely disconnected - from myself and others.

From the outside, it looked like I had it all figured out.

An impressive degree, a highly respected qualification, a high-flying corporate career… all the markers of “success.” But inside, I was burnt out, anxious, and deeply unfulfilled. My eyes were smiling, but the light behind them had dimmed. I didn’t feel like myself… and honestly, I didn’t know who that even was.

Eventually, I realised I couldn’t keep living this way.

Carrying the pressure, the emptiness, the quiet discontent that never seemed to lift. I didn’t know what the answer was, but I knew this couldn’t be it. There had to be more… to life, to me, to the way I was moving through the world.

So, in 2016, I moved from Scotland to Australia.

I hoped a new environment would bring a new sense of fulfilment. But the patterns came with me - the self-doubt, the overachieving, the emotional walls. I still felt lost. I still felt disconnected. And yet, something deeper began to stir. I found myself drawn to what many would call a spiritual path - yoga, meditation, self-inquiry. And it all just resonated.

That’s when the unravelling began.

Slowly, cautiously, chaotically at times. I started seeing the roles I’d been performing: the perfectionism, the people-pleasing, the masks I wore to feel safe, loved, and good enough. I felt cracked open - called toward something deeper but unsure how to reach it or hold it. I moved in and out of clarity, catching glimpses of truth, then slipping back under the weight of old ways. I didn’t have a consistent practice or anyone who could truly hold space for what I was moving through. I felt unanchored - floating between who I had been and who I was becoming. But something in me knew - this was the path back to me.

Over time, I found support and practices to help me on my journey.

Self-inquiry and deep reflection helped me begin to see who I truly was – and who I wasn’t. Coaching gave me the support and perspective I needed to explore what was beneath the surface. Somatic practices brought me back into my body. Stillness practices helped me settle, soften, and tune into my inner world.

Slowly I began to feel more like me.

Not the version I had performed or protected, but the one who’d always been there, just hidden beneath the layers - authentic, grounded, radiant. My spark was returning, and with it, a deep sense of inner clarity and calm I hadn’t felt in years.

Today, I feel more connected to who I am and why I’m here.

To support women in the in-between. Women who are no longer who they were, not yet who they’re becoming. Women ready to gently unravel what no longer fits and return to the quiet truth of who they really are.

And what I offer is what I once longed for.

A calm presence, space to breathe, feel and re-centre, and gentle, attuned support. Not from a place of having it all figured out, but from a place of truth. From lived experience. From still walking the path.

And honestly, it’s such a gift.