There was a time I never imagined I’d fall into such a deep, dark hole. Living with a long-term health condition, I found myself stripped of energy, of certainty, of the version of life I thought I knew. It felt heavy, isolating and endless. But slowly, I began to build myself back up. Not with quick fixes or forced positivity, but with patience, compassion and the smallest acts of care.

Grief, trauma and hardship have touched my life, as they touch so many. And though I would never wish those experiences on anyone, they have carved me into who I am today. They have held me in darkness, opened me to light and in their own way, healed me. For that, I hold a quiet gratitude. These chapters have given me depth, compassion and a tenderness I now carry into the spaces I create - offering empathy and understanding to all who feel drawn to my energy. 

Life is hard and challenging for us all - though each of our experiences looks different. What I’ve learned is that healing is never linear, and strength doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it whispers: “just try again today.”

For me, the pillars of rebuilding have been both mental and physical - nurturing the body that carries me, and tending to the mind that shapes how I move through the world. Yoga, stillness, movement, and truth have been my medicine. They have given me far more than the pharmaceutical ones I have to take daily, to stabilise my health condition.