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Soul Sanctuary, 17a Market Place, Heanor (2026)

05/01/2026

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05/01/2026

When you come back to yourself, life responds 💫

25/12/2025

She gave everything she had.
Not because she didn’t know better —
but because she cared.

She spoke early.
Planned carefully.
Tried to protect her heart with honesty and fairness.
She did what you’re told to do
to stop pain before it starts.

And still — it hurt.

Not loudly.
Quietly.
The heavy realisation of carrying more than her share.

That is when the wolves rose. 🐺🐺
Her spirit animals.
Old.
Relentless.
Tired of watching her bleed politely.

They woke because her body had reached the edge
long before her mouth was allowed to say it.

They know that look.
The point where explaining costs too much.

Their growl isn’t anger.
It’s instinct.
The body saying what the mouth has already exhausted itself trying to say:
enough.

Their two bodies grounded.
Breath steady.
Standing at her back.

They didn’t come to fight.
They came because something sacred had been taken too far.
Because her body knew
what her voice had already tried to protect.

She doesn’t soften it this time.
She doesn’t explain.

The wolves have come to help her hold the line.
And this time —
it holds.

When protection stirs at a soul level, it’s because you are no longer meant to carry this alone 🐺

Breathe.
Trust what has risen to guard you.

07/12/2025

✨ Today My Business Turns 10 Years Old…! ✨

And looking back… I can see just how much I’ve grown, healed, and transformed through this journey.

When I started my holistic and spiritual business a decade ago, it was rooted in one thing:
a genuine desire to help people feel better — mind, body, and soul.

Through reflexology, aromatherapy, massage, Reiki and energy work, I wanted to bring healing, comfort, clarity, and connection to anyone who needed it.
I didn’t realise then how much I would be asked to grow too.

Along the way, I faced challenges I never expected…

✨ I was told to “tone it down” or hide the spiritual side of my work.
✨ I was told to stop completely because my beliefs clashed with theirs.
✨ I was made to question myself, my intuition, and the very things that felt like the truth of who I am.

And it hurt.
It shook my self-confidence.
It made me doubt my path.
There were moments where I wondered if I should quiet my gifts or make myself smaller to keep others comfortable.

But every challenge became a turning point.

Instead of giving up, I went deeper.
Instead of shrinking, I softened into who I truly am.
Instead of disconnecting from my beliefs, I strengthened them.

Those painful moments became part of my initiation — the very fuel that expanded my passion for healing, spirituality, and supporting others.

And this year, something sacred happened.
A vision I was shown years ago finally came to life…

I married the man who feels like home to my soul.
My partner, my mirror, the one who stands with me in both the human and the mystical.
Our bond feels like soul partnership — a love that grows you, steadies you, and reminds you that you are exactly where you’re meant to be.

As I celebrate 10 years today, I feel proud of the woman I’ve become:
more aligned, more confident, more connected, and more committed than ever to my purpose.

If I could tell the woman I was 10 years ago anything, it would be this:
“Don’t hide. Don’t dim. Don’t apologise for who you are. One day you’ll see that every challenge was shaping you into the healer, teacher, and woman you were always meant to become.”

Here’s to the next chapter — deeper, brighter, more magical, and more soul-led than ever before. ✨

05/12/2025

🌑 THE SHARPENED, UNDENIABLE TRUTH — Emotional Wounds Explained

Let’s get something straight:

Emotional wounds are real.
Not imaginary.
Not “in the past.”
Not something you just “get over.”

They happen when someone breaks you in a way that changes how your body understands safety:

🛑 betrayal

🛑 rejection

🛑 being blamed when you were already hurting

🛑 being dismissed when you needed support

🛑 words that hit your deepest insecurities

🛑 love turning into fear

That’s the moment your nervous system learns:

“This is danger. Remember this.”

And here’s what most people truly don’t get:

People think time heals it.
It doesn’t.
Not on its own.

Because emotional wounds heal at the speed of safety,
not at the speed of the calendar.

Your heart doesn’t care how many months or years pass.
It cares how consistently it feels protected and safe.

If the same tone, the same situation, the same pattern, words
or even the same feeling comes back or feels familiar?

Your system reacts.
Immediately.
Instinctively.
As if the original wound just happened again.

Not because you’re stuck.
Not because you want attention.
Not because you “can’t let go.”

But because your body is doing the one thing it knows:

Protect me before I break again.

That’s survival — not sensitivity.

And for anyone who rolls their eyes at emotional pain:

You would never tell someone with a cracked rib
to stop flinching when you poke them.

So don’t you dare judge someone
for flinching at a wound you can’t see.

And to the ones reading this who know exactly what I’m talking about:

If your body reacts before your mind understands…
If one sentence can knock the air out of you…
If you’re exhausted from acting like you’re fine when you’re not…

Listen closely:

You’re not weak.
You’re wounded.
You’re healing.
And you’re surviving things others will never understand.

That is strength.
Real strength.

💛

02/12/2025

It hit her like a punch she never saw coming —
that familiar twist in her chest, that old sting of a wound she didn’t cause.
Not because of what happened in the moment,
but because of what it pulled up:
the injustice of being hurt… and then somehow held responsible for the debris.

What cut deepest wasn’t the trigger —
it was being met with upset from someone tied to a chapter where she was the one abandoned.
She was the one rejected.
She was the one told she wasn’t enough.
She lived through heartbreak that wasn’t hers to choose,
and now she was expected to shrink under someone else’s reaction to the consequences of their leaving?

That’s what broke her open inside.

Because she remembers that woman.
The one who cried herself numb.
The one who begged the universe for something to hold her together.
The one who tried to move on only because she’d been pushed out.
That woman didn’t deserve blame then,
and she sure as hell doesn’t deserve it now.

There’s nothing fair about being confronted over a life she only lived because she was left.
Nothing fair about being made to feel wrong for surviving.
Nothing fair about carrying the weight of someone else’s choices
only to be met with their hurt as if she caused the storm.

She didn’t.
She never did.

And the pain she felt today wasn’t weakness —
it was memory.
A reminder of how deeply she was wounded,
how hard she fought to stand again,
and how easily people forget the cost she paid.

She will not apologise for scars she didn’t earn.
She will not carry guilt that never belonged to her.
She will not absorb blame for a story she only lived because she was broken open by someone else’s decisions.

She was the one bleeding back then — she won’t be punished for it now.
And the woman she is becoming?
She rises because she knows her worth,
not because anyone finally saw it.

If parts of her journey echo your own, know this:
you’re allowed to rise, reclaim yourself, and rewrite everything.
And you don’t have to do it alone.

01/12/2025

🔥 You Awakened the Wrong Fire 🔥

First, she feels everything.
Every jab, every whisper, every shift in the air.
Her heart takes the hit before her mind even catches up.

Then, she doubts.
Not you —
herself.
Because her nature is to believe the best
even when the worst is staring her in the face.

Next, she shrinks.
Just for a moment.
Old wounds pull at her ankles.
But that doesn’t last long.

Because then comes the fire.
The ancient one.
The wildfire in her chest
that remembers she was never meant to be small.

She rises.
Slow.
Certain.
Unapologetic.

She steps out of the version of herself
who tolerated your behaviour —
and she steps into the woman
who will never let you near her again.

And then?
She roars.
Not through words,
but through becoming untouchable.
Through refusing to shrink one more inch.
Through taking her power back
with a force you were never prepared for.

You didn’t hurt the empath.
You awakened the storm inside her.

30/11/2025

Their cruelty was the match.

She became the fire

You passed her photo around on a sacred day
and laughed

Thank you.

You judged her outfit, her body, her presence
as if she were entertainment

Thank you

You questioned her intentions, her place, her worth
without ever knowing her heart

Thank you.

You spoke about her future, her stability, her security
as if it was yours to decide —
and you made it clear she’d be standing alone
in places where she should’ve been backed.

Thank you.

You ignored her when you should’ve welcomed her.
You analysed her when you should’ve seen her.
You underestimated her when you should’ve known better.

Thank you.

Because all of it —
every whisper, every side comment, every moment she was dismissed —
became fire in her chest.

It woke something in her.
Something fierce.
Something ancient.
Something done with shrinking.

She’s not breaking.
She’s becoming.

And because of you…
she’s more determined, more focused, more powerful,
and more aligned with her path than ever before.

She will rise —
not in spite of you,
but because you showed her exactly where she no longer needs to belong.

She rose — clearer, fiercer, stronger than before.
Your cruelty sharpened her purpose.
Your gossip carved her path.
Your dismissal ignited her determination.
So thank you — you forged the storm she’s about to unleash.

23/11/2025

For the person who’s held too much for too long….

There are moments in life when your soul just… sags.
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
But in that quiet way where something inside you finally admits,
“I can’t hold all of this right now.”

Today someone looked at me and said,
“Be strong.”
And something in me cracked —
not because I can’t be strong,
but because I’ve been strong for so long
that the word itself feels like a weight on my chest.

The truth slipped out of me before I could stop it:
“I don’t want to be strong today.”

And God, it felt real.
Raw.
Uncovered.

Because sometimes life hits you in places you didn’t protect,
with losses you didn’t brace for,
with worries you’ve been swallowing just to get through the day.
And the tiny things — the smallest, most insignificant things —
suddenly feel like the final straw
on a heart that’s already threadbare.

People say “be strong” as if strength is the only acceptable face of survival.
But there is a kind of pain that strength cannot touch.
A kind of heaviness that doesn’t need courage —
it needs softness.
It needs space.
It needs the freedom to fall to your knees without being told to get back up.

There’s a version of me that stands tall.
A version that carries, comforts, rises, rebuilds.

But there is also a version that is tired.
So tired.
The version that whispers the things no one wants to hear:
“I’m overwhelmed.”
“This hurts.”
“I just need a moment where I don’t have to be the strong one.”

And maybe someone else needs to hear this too:

You are allowed to break.
You are allowed to crumble.
You are allowed to not be strong today.

Your humanity is not a failure.
Your softness is not a flaw.
Your exhaustion is not a weakness.

It is your heart asking for gentleness
after a week, a month, a lifetime
of holding more than anyone will ever know.

20/11/2025

✨ From the Woman Who’s Hanging On By a Thread ✨

She’s at the edge.
Not the poetic kind —
the real one.
The one where your chest is tight,
your eyes burn,
and you keep whispering,
“I can’t take much more of this.”

Life has been heavy lately.
Heavier than she admits.
Heavier than anyone realises.
And she’s been doing that quiet kind of surviving —
the kind where you show up,
smile,
keep moving,
while something inside you says,
“Please… just let something lift.”

She’s fragile right now.
The kind of fragile you feel in your bones.
The kind that makes the smallest thing feel like the final straw.
The kind where one more weight, one more word,
might be the thing that finally breaks the part of her that’s been holding everything together.

But here’s the thing about her:

Even at the edge,
even shaking,
even exhausted —
she’s still here.

Still breathing.
Still trying.
Still praying that tomorrow is kinder than today.

And if you’re here too,
standing in your own quiet breaking point,
she wants you to know this:

Feeling like you can’t take much more
doesn’t mean you’re failing.
It means you’ve been carrying far too much
for far too long
with far too little support.

You’re not weak.
You’re hurting.
And hurting humans don’t need strength —
they need space, gentleness, and a hand that doesn’t let go.

You are not alone in this place.
Not now.
Not ever.

18/11/2025

✨ She doesn’t talk about it, but here’s what’s real… ✨

She’s tired of feeling torn in half.

She loves deeply — and when she loves, she gives.
Not because anyone demands it,
but because giving is how she shows care…
even when it leaves her empty.

But nobody sees what it costs her.

They don’t see how she tries to divide her time and energy,
how she tries to stretch herself in two directions at once,
and how guilty she feels for not being able to be everywhere she’s needed.

They don’t see the way she freezes when someone says they’re “disappointed.”
How that word presses on an old wound that never fully healed.
How her whole body reacts when someone gets cross —
how quickly sadness rushes in,
how deeply it cuts because her heart feels everything too deeply.
How it makes her question herself even when she’s giving everything she can.

They don’t see the way she swallows her own needs so she doesn’t upset anyone.
How she bends herself into shapes that leave her aching.
How she tries to make everyone happy…
and ends up the one hurting the most.

She’s the one who absorbs all the emotions in the room —
not because anyone asks her to,
but because that’s how her heart works.
She carries it in her body as if it’s hers to fix.

She’s drowning quietly.
Smiling softly.
Trying to hold everything together…
while silently wondering when she’ll stop being last on her own list.

But here’s what she’s finally realising:

She doesn’t have to split herself in two to prove her love.
She doesn’t have to carry guilt for being human.
She’s allowed to take a breath, take a step back,
and choose herself without feeling like she’s failing anyone.

She’s learning that choosing herself
is not a betrayal —
it’s a beginning.

And that changes everything. ✨

16/11/2025

When she hears that word, it hurts in a way she wishes she could forget.
It doesn’t just land — it hits her whole body.
A sudden jolt.
A tightening in her chest.
A drop in her stomach that feels impossible to stop.
Her whole system reacts before she can even make sense of it.

Because that word doesn’t come to her as just a word.
It carries history.
It carries tone.
It carries the memory of moments where it was used not to communicate,
but to wound.

It takes her back to the times it was delivered with precision —
not shouted,
not emotional,
but calm.
So calm it almost felt rehearsed.
Those moments when someone she loved sat across from her
and explained, in detail,
exactly how much of a disappointment she was.
Point by point.
Reason by reason.
Not to help her grow,
but to make sure she understood the weight of their disapproval.
That quiet, measured delivery cut far deeper than anger ever could.
And her body has never forgotten it.

So now, even when the word is spoken softly,
even when no harm is intended,
it slices through her the same way.
It knows exactly where to land.
Exactly where the old wound still lives.
And instantly, she’s pulled back —
into the heaviness,
into the fear,
into the dark place she spent years clawing her way out of.

She hates that it still has power over her.
She hates how quickly the shame rises,
how fast her breath shortens,
how her heart reacts as if the past is happening all over again.
She hates knowing that one word can still tear open a wound
she thought she had finally healed.

But the truth is simple:
that word became a weapon long before today.
And her heart still flinches like it’s bracing for impact every time it appears.

It’s only one word to them… but to her, it’s the moment she felt herself dying on the inside while he calmly explained why she deserved it

And each time she heals another piece of what was shattered, she steps closer to the woman her soul always knew she’d be. 🕊️

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