✨ If you’ve ever doubted if it’s really abuse – this one’s for you. For years, I believed every one of these myths. I justified, explained away, and sugar-coated behaviours that were slowly destroying my self-worth – all because I thought that’s what love looked like. It’s time to call bullshit on the lies that keep so many women stuck in painful, confusing, toxic relationships. Let’s bust a few myths, shall we? 👇 ❤️ MYTH #1: “It’s not abuse…
Ever feel like you’ve read all the self-help books, journalled until you got RSI, and sat through therapy sessions nodding along… but still feel like you’re dealing with the same old shit? 💩 Yeah. You’re not the only one, legend. That’s because there are some sneaky AF emotional patterns that may be keeping you stuck. 😣 They’re subtle, quiet, and disguised as “normal” – but they’ll keep you spinning in circles until you drag them into the light. Here…
I’ll never forget this one client at my old job in Corrections. I was supervising a client on a Court Order once – not my usual guy, just filling in for a colleague – and it was evident to me straight away he was in psychosis. 🫨 I’ve worked with many people who are in psychosis the majority of the time, and when you work with someone consistently you know what their baseline is – as in, you can…
Feeling “safe” isn’t just about locking your doors at night or carrying your keys like Wolverine claws in a dark car park (although, let’s be honest, we’ve all done it). 🔑 Safety goes way deeper than that. Feeling safe is about your , your emotional needs and that quiet part of you that just wants to breathe a sigh of relief and finally unclench your jaw. So – what do you need to feel safe? 🧐 For some of…
We live in a world obsessed with fixing things. 🔨 Broken nails, broken phones, broken relationships. Fixing our faces so we don’t age. Fixing ourselves with endless personal development. But some things aren’t fixable – they’re fucked. 🥺 That’s not as doom and gloom as it sounds… but it IS an invitation to stop wasting your fucking time. I spent YEARS (and a fair bit of money, too) trying to fix things that were never mine to fix –…
Since I was at school I was always the one my mates would turn to for a brain dump. They’d vent to me and I’d seem to know what to say to help them feel better. ❤️🩹 It felt good for me too, so it seemed only natural to get into a career where I was helping others. My identity was totally enmeshed with being the helper, the fixer… the one everyone turned to with their pain, their…