01/06/2026
I almost didn't become a coach.
In 2004 I was hospitalised with Lyme disease.
Rashes. Fever. Partial paralysis.
The doctors were kind. But their answer wasn't.
"You'll need to learn to live with this."
I was in my 40s. I had a life to live. And something in me refused to accept that this was it.
What followed wasn't a clean recovery story. It was years of searching in places medicine wasn't looking.
Of trying things that felt strange and uncertain. Of slowly, quietly finding my way back through sound through vibration through a practice that made no logical sense to me at first and then made every sense.
I didn't plan to become a coach.
I planned to get my life back.
But when you find the thing that brings you back to yourself really back, not just functioning but alive, you can't keep it to yourself.
Every woman I sit with now, I see the version of me that was lying in that hospital bed. Being told to lower her expectations. Being handed a ceiling instead of a door.
I know what it feels like to be written off by the very system meant to help you.
And I know what it feels like to find your way back anyway.
That's not a qualification you get from a course.
It's the reason I show up every single day.
Comment below, what made you keep going when you were told to give up?
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