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Liberation Therapies & Coaching

Hypnotherapist and Mental Welfare Coach. Supporting you through every stage of your life. Hypnotherapy for Menopause and Oncology as well as general issues.

I mentor successful 40+ women to navigate the menopause and feel inspired to unleash an AMAZING life. Hillary is available to speak at conferences, dinners and groups.

03/11/2025

For Shona

Loneliness is not the absence of people - it’s the absence of understanding. You can be surrounded by company and still feel unseen, unheard, untouched.

It isn’t empty rooms that ache; it’s the weight of unsaid things pressing quietly against your chest.

The stories you’ve swallowed.

The truths you’ve softened.

The parts of you that never quite make it into words.

Healing begins when you dare to give voice to what has long been silenced … when you let your truth find air, even if your voice trembles.

It’s the slow, tender work of allowing yourself to be known. Known, not as the version you’ve learned to perform, but as the person you have always been beneath it all.

Connection starts there: in the courage to speak what matters, and to trust that someone will meet you in that sacred space between words.

And in time, you realise loneliness was never a life sentence - it was only a signal.

A call to come home to yourself, to reach out from truth rather than fear, and to let the world see the quiet miracle of your honest becoming.

I see you.

Art ~ Warren Caplan
‘Work in Progress’

28/10/2025

When the body begins to whisper, then plead for clean air, for space,for the kind of silence that has weight and texture…
that’s when you know it’s time to listen.

You don’t make the decision all at once.
It arrives quietly in the ache that never quite goes away.

In the fog that coffee can’t lift.
In the heaviness that sits somewhere between your throat, lungs and heart.

Something deep inside begins to say, enough.

So you pack up the fragments of your old life.
The noise, the hurry, the endless doing that left no room for being.

And you drive north.

Past the places that stopped feeling like yours.
Past the lights that never dim.
Past the hum of other people’s urgency.

Until the land itself begins to breathe again.

Northumberland rises up to meet you.
A vast hush of hills, moor and stone, wind and wildness.

The sky opens.
The air feels like medicine.
The silence has a pulse.

Here, everything moves slower.
The sheep graze without hurry.
The rivers curve and meander like they’ve always known there’s time enough for everything.

And slowly, without you noticing,
you begin to match that rhythm.

Your breath deepens.

Your shoulders drop.

The noise inside your head grows quieter.

You start to hear what silence actually sounds like.
The wind, the distant cry of an owl, the heartbeat of a world that never needed your performance, only your presence.

Mornings arrive wrapped in mist and woodsmoke and the bleating of sheep.

Evenings stretch out, soft and golden,
until the first stars blink awake in the dark, deep sky.

And you realise.
You realise all the striving, all the chasing, was only ever leading you back here.

To this stillness.
To this simplicity.
To this moment of being fully, deeply alive.

They say we have two lives,
and the second begins when we realise we only have one.

But perhaps it truly begins the moment we stop running.
Turn our faces to the wind, and let the quiet find us.

I see you.

Photo ~ view from my garden.
Northumberland.

24/10/2025

Some battles don’t show.

No bruises, no bandages - just the weight of something unseen pressing on the spirit.

The world keeps spinning, people keep talking, and all the while, someone you pass in the street might be holding themselves together with nothing more than habit and hope.

Depression isn’t a mood or a passing sadness. It’s a quiet erosion from the inside out - the slow dimming of light, the loss of colour in things once loved. It can feel like trying to wade through fog, where every step takes effort and even the smallest task feels impossibly heavy. And yet, from the outside, everything can look perfectly fine.

The truth is, some of the brightest souls - the ones who make you laugh, who lift others up, who always seem so strong, are often the ones who’ve walked through the darkest landscapes alone.

They’ve learned how to smile through storms, to hide their trembling hands behind gestures of warmth. Their light isn’t born of ease; it’s forged in struggle.

A smile can be camouflage.
A laugh can be a plea.
A silence can be a scream that never found a voice.

So please tread gently.

The person beside you may be fighting battles you cannot see, remembering losses you know nothing about.

Be the presence that steadies, not the one that demands.

Be the friend who listens without fixing, the stranger who offers warmth without question.

Because sometimes, your quiet compassion, a kind word, an unhurried moment, a simple touch… might be the small mercy that gets someone through the day.

We never truly know the path others are walking.

So when in doubt, choose kindness.

Always, choose compassion.

I see you.

Art ~ J Douglas Dalrymple
Depression

03/10/2025

For dear Marnie.

There comes a point in healing when we whisper their names one last time.
Not to erase them, not to deny the love or the ache, but to release what was never ours to carry.

They had their own storms, their own weights and for too long you may have walked with their shadows on your back.

But the truth is those shadows are not yours.

Their burdens do not belong in your hands.

So today, you can imagine laying them down.

Offer each one a different gift:
a bow of respect,
a flame of gratitude,
a stone of anger thrown into the river,
a blessing for their journey into rest.

And then you let go.

You give them permission to sleep in the deep earth and you give yourself permission to live in the bright air.

Because their story ended with them.

And your story - your precious, unfolding, living story is still yours to write, with your own voice, your own steps, your own lightness.

I see you.

Art ~ Angelina Deminia
Flame

25/09/2025

The world shouts bad news at us from every corner… headlines, gossip, the endless scroll of worry.

Fear is sticky.

It grabs our attention, lowers our vibration, and whispers that danger is everywhere. When we dwell on it, we unconsciously begin to search for more of it… and like a magnet, we attract what we’re tuned into.

But gratitude tunes us differently.

It softens the noise, turns down the volume on fear, and opens us to the small, tender details that remind us life is still good. Gratitude lifts us up, and in that lighter state, we notice more to be thankful for.

It doesn’t have to be grand. In fact, the simpler, the better.

Each night, before you close your eyes, write down three things you’re grateful for.

Don’t think too hard.

Let them arrive like little gifts.

Today, do far, mine are:
- The joy of spending time with my animals, their presence grounding me.
- My lovely husband surprising me with a takeout coffee, still warm in my hands as I write this.
-The feel of damp grass beneath my bare feet, soft and alive as I hung out the clean fresh laundry on the line to dry in the sunshine.

Fear shrinks the world.

Gratitude expands it.

Tell me - which one do you want to carry into tomorrow?

Art ~ Yenny Yohan
Gratitude

24/09/2025

I’ve been sitting with this thought lately - perhaps we have it backwards when we imagine “purpose” as some grand, glittering destiny, a single, thunderclap achievement that leaves the world gasping in awe.

Maybe - just maybe - purpose lives in the quiet, unnoticed spaces. The moments so small we almost dismiss them.

The look that says I see you.
The hand that steadies another without fanfare.
The kindness so ordinary it dissolves into the air, until, years later, we realise it shaped us.

I can trace the contours of my own life through such moments.
A word spoken gently when my heart felt brittle.
A smile that arrived like sunlight through a crack in the curtains.
A time when someone listened with their whole attention, when their silence said, you matter enough for me to stop and truly hear you.

Those moments didn’t come with fireworks or applause. Yet they rearranged something inside me.
They softened edges, lifted burdens, shifted the path beneath my feet ever so slightly - and those tiny shifts made all the difference.

And then I remember the times I have offered the same, without even noticing.

A passing kindness, a presence, a word that slipped out as casually as breath. Later, someone has told me, you’ll never know what that meant to me. It humbles me to realise how even the smallest gesture can ripple far beyond what we imagine.

It’s so tempting, isn’t it, to believe our value must be proven in milestones and monuments?

That our lives must shout to be worthy. But what if the most important thing we’ll ever do is make another human being feel less invisible?

To remind someone, even fleetingly, that they are loved, worthy, and not alone?

That thought quiets me. It releases the weight of being enough in the world’s loud terms. Instead, it points me towards love in its simplest clothing - an everyday, living prayer of kindness.

Perhaps that is purpose. Not the lightning bolt, but the steady flame.

One small, luminous act at a time.

I see you.

Art ~ David Stanton
After, the lightning strike.

22/09/2025

There is a sacred thread between listening and love, so fine you almost miss it, yet so strong it can hold the weight of a human soul.

When someone leans in and allows us to pour out our words, not to hurry us along, not to correct or judge, but simply to be with us, something deep inside exhales. It is as though their stillness says “your voice matters, your heart matters, you matter…”

Love does not always arrive wrapped in flowers or declared in dramatic sentences.

More often it lives quietly in the pauses, in the attentive silence that makes room for us to unfold.

To be listened to with patience and presence is to be met without conditions, without demands to be brighter, quicker, or more together than we are.

This kind of listening is love in its purest form - love that does not rush to mend or to solve, but simply offers itself as a steady, open space.

To be heard in this way is to feel held, even without arms around us, in a warmth that says: you are safe to bring your whole self here.

I see you.

Art ~ Pauline Ender
Listening

18/09/2025

There is a fire that flickers the moment you dare to believe in yourself again. A flame that whispers “you are not late, you are not lost, you are not behind.”

You are standing on sacred ground, right where the old path ends and the new one begins.

This is your blank canvas, your open field, your sky before the stars appear.

Each breath, each choice, each step is a brushstroke of becoming. And with every move, the story shifts away from the cages of yesterday, towards the vast horizon of what could be.

So today, lay down the weight of old narratives. Let the limits you set yourself fall like autumn leaves and stretch your arms wide… wider still.

The Universe leans in close, ready to write beside you.

And what is waiting?

More wonder, more beauty, more magic, more than your mind has ever dared to hold.

It all begins with belief.

Strike the match.

The rest will blaze its own way forward.

I see you.

Art ~ Marga Chichowokski
Bonfire

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