17/09/2025
To my dear mamas-to-be, mamas, friends, and this beautiful community —
One thing I’ve learned is that the moment we find the courage to speak honestly, to share our struggles, and be vulnerable… we realise we’re never truly alone.
In the early days, I didn’t talk much about my pregnancy. I hardly took any photos of myself pregnant. I kept most of it to myself — the physical pain, the emotional weight, the fear.
I always knew I wanted to be a mum. But if I’m honest… I didn’t enjoy pregnancy itself.
Between IVF, joint pain from hypermobility, and navigating it all during a pandemic, I felt anxious, overwhelmed, and like a stranger in my own body.
I remember breaking down in tears one night and my partner trying to help however he could booked me a pregnancy massage at home with a therapist that was recommended to us. I was hesitant. Self-conscious. But desperate.
That session — and the others that followed — changed so much for me.
For the first time in months, I felt calm and grounded. It didn’t just ease the aches and pains — it helped me reconnect with myself, soften the anxiety, and find a little peace when I needed it most.
Those moments planted the seed that led me to immerse myself fully in massage therapy and retrain as a therapist myself. A couple of years later, I found myself rebuilding strength — both physically and mentally — and stepping into a new sense of purpose.
Now I hold space for other women navigating pregnancy, postpartum, chronic pain, and stress. Healing is never linear. But it can be beautiful. đź’›
So here it is — me sharing a pregnancy photo at 8 months, something I never thought I’d do at the time.
✨ In next week’s newsletter, I’ll share more of this journey — including how I found strength and purpose again, how I implemented a new lifestyle, rebuilt strength after becoming a mum, and sharing practical tips and tools from my lived experience.
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