My
transformational
journey

I FOUND MYSELF CROUCHED AT THE BOTTOM OF A HOTEL SHOWER fully clothed, freezing, numb, and alone. I had become an angry, unfulfilled, and frustrated 37-year-old, terrified of losing my kids, my job, and my mind.

To cope, I buried myself in work, divorced my husband, and chased quick fixes. I made decisions driven by fear, blaming everyone and everything around me.

Emotionally checked out, I turned to retail therapy, filling my home with cushions in a futile attempt to comfort myself.

I suffered from panic attacks, chronic stress, anger issues, and burnout, medicating my symptoms for 25 weeks in one year. I was addicted to busy-ness, perfection, and controlling everything around me.  Yet, I refused help, convinced I had to keep it all together (myself!).

I achieved external success but felt empty inside. My attempts to manage my life through retail therapy and performing for others only masked the real issues for years. Eventually, my mind, heart, and body couldn’t take it anymore.

True to my pattern, I blamed others and quit my job, thinking that would solve my problems. But my complications and destructive patterns followed me to my next job, leading me to quit again and then leave the corporate world altogether.

I spent tens of thousands on impersonal self-help programs, learning the hard—and expensive—way that they couldn’t 'fix' me.

Despite all my efforts, my old patterns resurfaced quickly. I was so busy blaming everything around me that I couldn’t see that the problem was within me.

So, after leaving a country, a husband, two jobs and corporate, I had to face the fact that maybe it was me!!??.

I started looking inward, realising that my need for control, my workaholism, and my belief that I had to be the best were blocking me from addressing the real issues.

I discovered hard truths about myself:

- I attached my worth to my job and bank account.

- I believed I had to do everything alone.

- I tied my identity to being the best.

- My beliefs and patterns, not my job, led to burnout.

- I lacked tools to navigate things beyond my control.

- I lived according to what I thought others expected of me.

- My identity as “The Rock” left me feeling misunderstood and resentful.

- My low self-worth clashed with my confident exterior.

After years of blaming, chasing, pushing, controlling, and performing, I knew I needed to try something different.

I realized I needed someone on my side to help me wake up, accept myself, and stop trying to be someone else. I needed to listen to myself, figure out where to start, and hold myself accountable.

I needed transformation, not more self-help information.

When I finally partnered with a coach, that’s exactly what I got.

Now, I work with people to support real change and help them transform their lives in a community. I help them get out of their own way, learn to lead, love, and live consciously, confidently, and authentically.

Every day, I’m reminded of how far I’ve come by a bronze sculpture of a woman crouched over., 'she' sits crouched over in my lounge.  It’s a reminder of the gift of transformation I’ve given to myself, those I love, those I serve, and the world.