31/01/2026
💫A personal post💫
The last 18 months have humbled me in ways I never expected.
It’s been a real rollercoaster. Losing my soul cat Tommy 💔, navigating Topical Steroid Withdrawal Syndrome (which has been beyond challenging and is still ongoing — thank god for my stubborn resilience and my incredible friends ❤️), an unexpectedly complicated finger operation… all while the menopause absolutely kicked my ass.
There have been beautiful moments — love, laughter, connection, grace. But alongside all of that, on a deeply personal level, I slowly lost sight of myself. I no longer recognised the woman in the mirror. My body felt unfamiliar. Heavy. Tired. Sad. Disconnected.
I tried acceptance. I truly did. The “love yourself as you are” narrative is important — but for me, it wasn’t the full story. Because beneath it all, I didn’t feel like me. And that quiet grief is something many women carry silently.
HRT has helped in some ways. I sleep better. But healing isn’t linear — and reclaiming yourself takes more than one solution.
What I realised I missed most was movement with meaning (other than yoga) Walking in nature. Training with intention. Feeling my strength. Being part of a community. Feeling supported, seen, and not past it.
So I made a choice — not to change myself, but to return to myself.
For the last couple of months I’ve been training with .bognorregis surrounded by a supportive, welcoming and often hilarious community. And that laughter? It’s been medicine.
I’ve shifted my mindset. Nourished my body properly. Set goals again. And slowly, gently, I’m starting to recognise myself — not the old version, but a wiser, stronger one. What I’m building now is strength. Function. Energy. Resilience.
This chapter isn’t about perfection.
It’s about reconnection.
About honouring where I’ve been and choosing how I move forward.
And if you’re reading this and feel lost in your own body or life — know this: you are not broken & you can chose a different narrative!
🤍 If any part of this resonates, you’re so welcome to reach out — comment, message me, or simply sit with it. Connection matters, and we don’t have to navigate these seasons alone.
Kx