Rapid Transformational Hypnotherapy & Coaching

20/11/2025

Menopause: The Unfiltered Truth
Let me paint you a scene because every woman going through this will feel it in her bones.
Menopause hits and suddenly it’s “Sh*t.” Full stop. No poetry, no metaphor, just that. It’s like you’re standing on a beach, you toss a handful of hot chips in the air, and the seagulls completely lose their minds. That frantic, chaotic, all-at-once overwhelm? That’s menopause.
One minute you’re cruising. The next minute you’re scrambling to figure out how the hell to minimise these symptoms, or better yet, wipe them out completely.
Night sweats? Brutal.
Sleep? Gone.
Brain fog? Thick enough to park a truck in.
Anxiety, depression, weight gain? They don’t visit one at a time — they rock up as a whole damn squad.
And here’s the truth no one says out loud: I don’t know one woman who only has a single symptom. Not one. We’re all carrying multiple battles at once, trying to navigate a body that feels like it’s glitching.
But we’re here. We’re talking about it. And we’re not doing it alone.

10/11/2025

I first heard this poem when I was sixteen, read aloud by my Greek school teacher during Saturday classes. It was originally taught to us in Greek and then translated into English, and it has stayed with me ever since.
I wanted to share it with you all because, even 107 or 108 years after it was written, it still means something — perhaps even more now than it did then.
Wilfred Owen was only in his early twenties when he wrote this in 1917, serving on the front lines of World War I. He was not a distant observer — he was there in the trenches, choking on mud and gas, watching boys barely old enough to shave die in grotesque agony.

He wrote this poem as a witness statement — a spiritual indictment — not against the soldiers, but against the system that romanticised their deaths.
The very title — “Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori” — comes from Horace’s ancient line, “It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.”
But Owen turns it inside out. He ends the poem calling it “The old Lie.”

He was saying:
There is nothing sweet, nothing fitting, nothing noble about it. It is butchery dressed up as honour. It’s not anti-soldier. It’s anti-propaganda.
He honours the boys who fought — and indicts the machinery that used them.

And he was killed in battle just one week before the war ended. His truth cost him his life.

In truth:
There are no “countries” in the soul’s view — only the illusion of separation.

No human being ever truly dies “for their country”; they die for the ambitions of men who rarely step onto the battlefield.

The warrior’s true purpose is not to kill, but to protect life — and we have twisted that into a spectacle of pride.

It’s the same lie we tell in countless forms:
“Us versus them.”
“Worthy versus unworthy.”
“My nation versus yours.”
“My God versus yours.”

As long as we feed on separation, the young will keep dying for causes that mean nothing to the soul. The true battle is within. The only war worth fighting is against ignorance, hatred, and division. It’s about every system that convinces us to give away our humanity in the name of something “greater."

04/11/2025

The Lost Blueprint

Once upon a time, menopause wasn’t a “problem.”
It was simply the season when a woman moved from one kind of power to another.
Our grandmothers didn’t talk about “managing symptoms.” They adjusted to what life and nature asked of them.
They rose with sunlight, not alarms.
They cooked what they grew, and what they couldn’t grow, they traded.
They slept when it was dark, and moved their bodies every day — not because an app told them to, but because life required it.
Menopause wasn’t something to fix.
It was the proof you’d lived long enough to know who you are.

When the Modern World Hijacked Womanhood
Then everything sped up.
Factories. Plastics. Pills. Neon lights. Deadlines.
And let’s be honest — it crept into every corner of our lives.
We started colouring our hair every six weeks, rubbing synthetic “anti-ageing” creams into our skin, washing with foaming chemicals that smell like fake fruit.
We sleep on mattresses soaked in flame retardants, in houses painted with VOCs, surrounded by furniture that off-gasses toxins while we breathe.
Even our “self-care” got hijacked — nails filled with acrylic dust, lashes glued with fumes, perfumes that promise confidence but deliver endocrine chaos.
And here’s the thing, Queen — it’s not all your fault.
You were sold this version of womanhood.
You were told to stay polished, poreless, perfect.
You were told that youth was survival, that looking fresh meant belonging.
So you did what every woman does: you adapted.
But now you know.
And when you know, you get to choose.

03/11/2025

You know what cracks me up? The rest of the world still can’t quite wrap their heads around how we Aussies talk. So I kicked off a new little series breaking down our slang — and today it’s the big one: mate. Now listen, “mate” can mean your best friend, your worst enemy, or the random bloke chucking bins on a Tuesday. Depends on how you say it. “Hey mate!” can be love. “Listen here, mate…” can be war. That’s the beauty of it — tone does all the heavy lifting.

26/10/2025

This Is What Real Looks Like
This is me, raw and unfiltered. I don’t use filters, and I rarely wear makeup except when I’m filming (and even then, I’m no makeup artist). I’m not here to be polished or perfect — I’m here to be real. If you prefer airbrushed, I’m not your girl. This is what real faces, real women, and real life look like. I’m not here to tear anyone down; I’m here to lift women up.

24/10/2025

type “awake” if you’ve ever felt like you were losing your mind lately — because here’s the truth: menopause isn’t your body breaking down, it’s your body waking the f**k up. this isn’t decline, it’s evolution. neuroscience shows your post-menopausal brain literally rewires for intuition, clarity, and wisdom. you’re not going backwards — you’re shifting into a higher operating system.

most women suffer through menopause, thinking this is just ‘how it is.’ they’re wrong. click below to see what they don’t know.
https://masteringmenopause.unlimitedwoman.com.au/

22/10/2025

type “truth” if you’ve ever been told your symptoms were normal when every cell in your body screamed otherwise 💥 we were taught to medicate, not meditate — to manage, not decode. but your body doesn’t need another pill, she needs partnership. regulate your nervous system. stabilise your blood sugar. honour your rhythms. stop gaslighting your body because some doctor said, “it’s just menopause.” no, love — it’s your body asking to be heard.

most women suffer through menopause, thinking this is just ‘how it is.’ they’re wrong. click below to see what they don’t know.
https://masteringmenopause.unlimitedwoman.com.au/

20/10/2025

type “power” if you’re done watering yourself down to keep everyone else comfortable 💥 menopause isn’t you fading — it’s you distilling. this is the era of potency, precision, and zero performance. no more diluting your essence to please, no more packaging your brilliance to be digestible. you’re not here to be relatable — you’re here to be real.

most women suffer through menopause, thinking this is just ‘how it is.’ they’re wrong. click below to see what they don’t know.
https://masteringmenopause.unlimitedwoman.com.au/

16/10/2025

type “me” if you’ve ever felt like you’re one table-flip away from losing it 😅 sweaty, bloated, moody as hell, and brain fog so thick you can’t even remember where you left your keys or your personality. the world didn’t prepare us for what menopause really does to a woman’s body — we were told about hot flushes and mood swings, but not the identity earthquakes or the emotional hangovers. you’re not crazy, love — your body’s talking. it’s time to listen.

most women suffer through menopause, thinking this is just ‘how it is.’ they’re wrong. click below to see what they don’t know.
https://masteringmenopause.unlimitedwoman.com.au/

15/10/2025

type “me” if you’ve ever stood in front of the mirror wondering who the hell this new version of you is 😩 bloated, sweaty, moody as hell, brain fog so thick you can’t even find your keys — and still expected to smile sweetly and “carry on.” let’s be real, the world never prepared us for this. but here we are — raw, real, and figuring it out together. no more pretending, no more polite suffering.

14/10/2025

13/10/2025

type “mine” if you’re ready to reclaim every piece of yourself back 👑 this is the season where your no becomes sacred and your yes becomes embodied. you belong to you now — not duty, not guilt, not what anyone else expects. your time, your truth, your space. you’re not slowing down, you’re moving with precision, with power, with purpose. this is self-possession, baby.