I know the cost of living a life that isn't yours.
For fourteen years I was exceptional at it.
London, five days a week. 6:30am to 6:30pm, then home to log back on. The salary was real. The achievements were real. But underneath all of it, barely audible beneath busyness and stress, was a voice I kept ignoring: this isn't it.
I kept pushing until I couldn't.
Everything broke, and things got dark for a while. I couldn’t go back to being her, but I didn’t know who I was without it.
I clawed my way back. I dismantled everything. Finally looking at my childhood wounds, the beliefs I’d built my life on, and the BS scripts that I didn’t even know I was allowed to question.
And underneath it, she was there. Not a broken woman in need of fixing. But a whole one, a real one, who was wondering why it had taken me so long to find her.
Now I offer to others what I couldn't find when I needed it most. Not someone to help you optimise your life, because optimising a life that's not meant for you is only gilding the cage you live inside. I use coaching, neuroscience and psychology, but I also work with your energy body and (lovingly) call you on your own BS.
I only work with a small number of clients each year. The work is too deep for volume, and you get all of me: my full presence, my full attention, and everything I learned from my corporate life, my own descent, and from the women I have sat with since.
If you’re still reading, then something must be landing. That tightening in your chest? That’s your body telling you to pay attention.
This work begins with The Precipice.