12/02/2026
I wanted to share a review I received around Christmas from one of my clients.
I don’t think people always realise how something like this can land. It genuinely means the world to me. Not in an ego way, in a “this work matters” way.
I’ve spoken before about being a “wounded healer.” And if I’m honest, imposter syndrome can be very loud. There are days I question myself. Days I wonder if I’m doing enough. Days I feel like everyone else has it more figured out than I do.
I’ve never wanted clients to see me as all-knowing. I don’t want to be the therapist who appears polished and untouchable, as if I’ve transcended being human. I haven’t. I struggle too. I get things wrong. I have my own stuff.
Having a counselling degree doesn’t mean I can 'fix' people.
What I can do is sit with you while we gently unpick things. I can notice patterns you might not see because you’re too close to them. I can help you explore core beliefs that formed years ago but still shape how you move through the world. I can point out coping strategies that once kept you safe but now keep you small.
We all get that feeling in our stomach that something isn’t right. Your body knows. It always knows. But trauma, stress, and attachment wounds can scramble the signals. They distort the lens.
That's not weakness. That’s adaptation.
Sometimes we just need a safe, steady relationship to help us recalibrate. Not to be rescued. Not to be “saved.” But to remember.
Therapy isn’t about me having the answers. It’s about us shining a light on the ones you already carry.
We don’t 'fix' people. We help them find their footing again.
And when someone tells me that process helped change their life… I don’t take that lightly.
I hold it with a lot of humility and a lot of gratitude 🌿