14/11/2025
Take a read of this amazing woman’s post The Nurture Programme
Hey! Have you ever felt like you don’t belong?
ANYWHERE!
All. The. Time.
I do. I felt it to the extremes when I was younger. Always on the edge of social circles.
Never daring to venture in through fear of rejection.
Not good enough.
My perception of self was flawed. But my internal pull towards the denial of this perception was so strong that you would never have known how much anxiety was crippling me.
Inside I was a mess. Outside I was the “naughty one.” “The daredevil” “the clown” “the truth seeker” “the questioner” “the - you will absolutely not tell me what to doer” because that was my safety mask.
Or what I thought was my safety mask.
The outcome of this, was that my actions were outrageous. I did things even I didn’t want to do. Quickly collecting pockets of trauma every single day. Those pockets weighed me down and isolated me.
I self-sabotaged. I told myself no one liked me, and eventually acted as if they didn’t. Further isolation. Further trauma.
Not understanding my own neurobiology crippled me. I was broken inside. But outside I didn’t give two F*cks. Denying all feelings and emotions as if that might make them non-existence.
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
Until those pockets filled so deeply and so heavily that there was no more room for me to not care. It was obvious now. I cared deeply. Or did I? Dare I admit this? Dare I allow myself to feel weakness, humiliation, shed a tear? Dare I be vulnerable? Who’s watching? Will they even care that I care? Probably not. So I’ll swallow it again. Just for a while. Just until I feel calm again.
Anxiety, ptsd. Trauma. OCD. All pushing each other into submission. Who will win? Certainly not me.
Can we ever win? Can we ever repair fully to enable us to feel the feels? Show the feels. Be vulnerable.
Lots of deep thinking led me here. Lots of internal conversations between and my “psycho bitch” - the internal voice that once held me hostage in my own thoughts.
Shhhhhhhhhh - she’s quiet now. Don’t disturb her, she’s resting. Gosh does she need it after all of those years of hard work bringing me down.
She’s silent. She’s settled. Do not disturb is fully initiated.
And this is what led me to working with the most amazing bunch of neurodivergent women this year. Guiding them to confront their inner self sabotaging, and while critical thinking replaces obedience we had honest conversations to begin our journey into Authenticity.
And we are landing. And whilst I’ve worked with these amazing women, I too, have learned more and more about myself each day.
And it’s liberating. And if you let me, I can be part of your journey to Authenticty, to guide you through those murky waters and bring you the clean energy you deserve .
In January we will begin afresh with a new coaching cohort and some existing, and we will share, laugh, cry.
TOGETHER. With no judgement. With compassion and care and connection.