
There was a time when my own mind felt like the most hostile place I could be.
Not a bad day.
Not a wobble.
I mean waking up with a knot already forming in my stomach, while a loud inner voice ran the same exhausting soundtrack on repeat:
You’re not enough.
You’re going to mess this up.
Everyone can see you’re failing.
Why can’t you just get your shit together?
This wasn’t “negative thinking.”
It was an internal war — fought quietly behind a smile, behind work, behind the school run, behind being the strong one and the people-pleaser for everyone else.
Inside, it was emotional chaos.
I overthought everything.
Replayed conversations that didn’t need replaying.
Waited for things to go wrong.
Sabotaged opportunities because part of me didn’t believe I deserved good things.
And it spilled into my friendships too.
A short message could send me spiralling.
A delayed reply convinced me I’d done something wrong.
I read tone where there was none, took things personally that weren’t personal, withdrew to protect myself — or over-explained to fix things that weren’t broken.
I wanted connection… but my reactions created distance.
I didn’t call it self-sabotage back then.
I called it coping.
In reality, I was slowly dismantling my own peace.
On the worst days, it felt like I was watching myself from the outside — functioning, performing, existing… but not really living.
And that’s the part people don’t talk about enough:
How exhausting it is to be at war with yourself while still showing up for everyone else.
How lonely it feels to look “fine” while falling apart inside.
How shame creeps in and whispers, “What’s wrong with you?”
Deep down, I knew I couldn’t live my life in emotional survival mode forever.
My turning point wasn’t dramatic.
It was quiet.
A realisation that I couldn’t keep repeating the same cycle of fear, overthinking, self-criticism, and emotional spirals.
I was tired of being ruled by a voice that wasn’t even mine.
Tired of apologising for existing.
Tired of living small.
Tired of sabotaging things I wanted because I didn’t trust myself to handle them.
And I remember thinking:
If I don’t change my mindset, nothing in my life will change.
That was the moment I chose a different way — not because I felt brave, but because the alternative was slowly destroying me.
I stopped chasing surface-level positivity and leaned into real inner work.
I learned about my emotional brain (yes… Chucky makes appearances), triggers, stress responses, and how my nervous system had been running the show for years.
For the first time, I didn’t judge myself.
I understood myself.
That changed everything.
Mindset work didn’t just help me — it saved my sanity. I learned to recognise my inner critic instead of obeying it, to separate thoughts from truth, and to interrupt spirals before they took over. I began responding instead of reacting, understanding why my emotional responses sometimes pushed people away — and how to pause, communicate, and stay connected rather than catastrophising or withdrawing.
Slowly, I built a structured mindset. One where emotions became signals, not dictators. Where fear became a messenger, not a master. Where sabotage no longer ran the show. My emotional brain still pipes up — but now my logical, grounded self has a seat at the table. And with that came clarity: if I can do this, I can help someone else do it too. That’s why I became a coach — not because I’m perfect, but because I know what it’s like to live in emotional chaos and find your way out.
Today, I live in a very different emotional world. Not perfect. Not “healed forever.” But grounded, calm, and aware. When my mind gets loud, I know how to meet it without abandoning myself. I no longer live in fear or survival mode, and I don’t sabotage what I want just because it feels uncomfortable or unfamiliar.
This is the work I now guide other women through — women who recognise themselves in this story, who are tired of fighting their own minds, and who want emotional structure instead of constant self-doubt. I help them understand what’s really happening beneath the overthinking, learn how to quiet the inner noise, and build the confidence, boundaries, and clarity they’ve been missing.
And the truth is, this work continues to shape me too. Every woman I coach deepens my own awareness, compassion, and growth. I’m still a work in progress — but I’m progressing with purpose. Grounded. Present. And committed to being the mentor I once desperately needed.

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