Outwardly, my life looked successful in every way: a beautiful home, well-behaved children, a loving marriage, a thriving career — I was bubbly, healthy, surrounded by friends.

But inwardly, I was battling an old, harsh inner critic. It was so stealthy it robbed me of the most joyful moments. The perfectionist in me always found something not quite right, and my inner critic always found a reason not to be present — not to truly receive the blessings in front of me.

I wanted to turn 40 actually liking myself.

So I took some extreme measures. I began shedding the armour — and breaking the patterns that had kept those “demons” alive for so long. I walked myself into counselling to grieve responsibly, and for the first time I told my story fully — without minimising, without protecting anyone, without interrupting myself.

And the truth is… it broke me.

At first I couldn’t work. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t even cry. I acknowledged past traumas for the first time and felt them deeply — as though the wounds were fresh.

My healing journey had begun… and the only way to go from rock bottom is up, right?

The counselling led me to examine all of me — even the deepest, most hidden parts. Over months, I zoomed in and out of life events and generational patterns, and slowly began to understand my inner critic. She wasn’t cruel for the sake of it — she was afraid. She existed to protect me. And so did my inner perfectionist.

With a tender hand guiding me, I began to sow new seeds: I am worthy. I deserve to be happy. I am allowed to be enough as I am.

As I was breaking open, life also began to steer me — quietly, serendipitously — towards a deeper kind of wholeness. It started with a 3am wake-up, as if something in me (or beyond me) was insisting: enrol in Reiki Level 1. I listened… and I never looked back.

 Week after week, what surfaced in therapy would find its way towards repair less than 24 hours later. Again and again, I felt supported — guided — met at exactly the right time. Today, I’m a proud Reiki Master and Teacher.

That same guidance led me to sound healing too — to surrender to the instruments and trust that they could release what I’d been carrying, when words couldn’t reach it. I was entranced. I knew I needed to learn this for myself, so I trained and gained my certification.

A soul-led path was unfolding in front of me, and I was learning to trust and surrender — not easy for a recovering control freak.

And then I found yoga. Really found it.

Not the aesthetic kind — the strong inversions and long-legged, secret-gymnast kind — but the soulful, connected, embodied kind. The kind I experienced in India. And it polished my transformation in the most beautiful way.

I’d always loved the nourishment of the sisterhoods I’d been part of… and something in me remembered. I wanted to bring real women together — to reconnect, to remember too — rooted in ritual, trust, and the deep knowing of ourselves… and each other.

And then I realised… I needed to break.

I had been too polished, too comfortable, to really shed what no longer belonged to me and truly transform. What I’d been building left me raw and vulnerable — but also powerful. More authentic. More trusting of my body and my emotions as wisdom keepers… not something to repress, but something to express and honour.

As everything integrated, I took stock. I’d gathered a healthy range of skills, yes — but more than that, I could finally see my soul’s purpose. None of this had been accidental. It felt designed. I was being led — through my natural gifts and everything I’d learned — to support other women back into connection: with themselves, and with each other.

Because here’s the truth of modern life: communication has never been easier… and yet so many of us feel more fragmented than ever. We might have friends, even busy social lives, but deep down we’re still carrying old “sister wounds” — conditioning that makes it hard to soften, to trust, to be held by women in real community.

And still… I see something rising.

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In a world that has long been shaped by patriarchal leadership, I’ve felt the quiet return of the Divine Feminine — subtle, steady, waking women up to remember what’s always been true: we are not meant to do this alone. The bonding is real. The support is real. And since creating Sacred Soulhood, I’ve met the most incredible women — normal, grounded, wise — simply ready to come home to themselves.

This isn’t about replacing one power structure with another. I’m not striving for matriarchy. I’m striving for harmony — for attuned balance — where both the feminine and the masculine can thrive and support each other. And I believe that begins with women: with our relationship to ourselves… and then to each other.

So now, I grow sacred, supported spaces — not exclusively for women, but in truth, mostly women find their way here.

My work is shaped by both my professional path and my healing path. I’m an established senior leader in the NHS, a clinically trained Physiotherapist, and an executive coach and mentor. I’m also a trained facilitator and mediator, a yoga teacher, and a Reiki Master and Teacher. I work in a trauma-informed way, and I bring a rooted, embodied approach that meets you where you are.

Whether you’re looking for 1:1 support, group circles, wellness events, or sacred ritual experiences — we’ll shape something that feels true for you.

If you’re here, chances are something in you is ready — ready to soften the grip of the inner critic, to come home to your body, and to be met without judgement. Whether you’re high-functioning but exhausted, outwardly “fine” but quietly aching, or simply longing for deeper connection, you don’t have to do it alone. Sacred Soulhood is an invitation into grounded, soul-led support — through 1:1 work, circles, sound and ritual — held with care, integrity, and trauma-informed presence. When you’re ready, I’d love to walk beside you