Ever since I can remember, I have been trying to understand what I was feeling. I didn’t escape into trees or write poetry under the stars, but I lived in my inner world. I watched. I sensed. I listened to the energy in a room, the tone beneath someone’s words, and the shifts in my body that arrived before anything was spoken. I felt everything deeply and instinctively.
Before I had language for it, my body was already fluent in emotion.
My heart stretched wide for everyone around me. I felt love, pain, and longing that seemed to pour through me from something greater. I didn’t yet have words for empathy or sensitivity. I only knew that my emotions arrived in waves, and those waves didn’t always feel welcome.
In a big family, it was easy to fade into the background. I became the one who made things easier, who stayed calm, who quietly carried what others didn’t want to feel. I learned to over-function. To smile when I wanted to cry. To focus on others while burying my own needs.
My emotions learned to live in my muscles, my gut, and the tension behind my smile.
By my forties, I looked capable and happy on the outside. I knew how to hold space for others, how to keep everything moving. Yet inside, there was an ache I could not name. The emotions I had tucked away were still there, alive beneath the surface, waiting for breath, for softness, for a moment it would be safe to come home.
Then I met my greatest teacher: my own body.
In 2016, my body began to speak in ways I could no longer ignore. It started with subtle tension, then fatigue that rest could not ease, and finally an ache that felt emotional without a clear story. When fibromyalgia was named, I already sensed it was more than physical. It was a call.
A call to remember what I had buried to cope: the grief that never found space, the truths I softened to stay connected, the quiet knowing that something needed to shift deep in the tissue of my being.
That shift came slowly and through loss. During this time, I said goodbye to my mother. Her passing brought a grief so vast it moved through my whole system. It opened something raw and alive. In that rawness, I began to feel more truthfully than ever before.
Grief didn’t take me apart. It brought me into contact. It showed me what mattered. It softened the armour I hadn’t realised I was carrying. It invited me to meet myself, not in the version I had performed, but in the quiet truth that had always lived underneath.
For years, I had tried to keep pace with a world built on speed and striving. Yet something always felt slightly off. My rhythm moved differently. Then Human Design found me in 2019, and with it came my first real exhale.
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Each word felt like a door opening. I wasn’t here to chase. I was here to guide. To see deeply. To wait for the right invitation and let instinct lead. As I began honouring rest, my energy returned. As I released the need to keep up, my rhythm began to feel true again.Human Design gave me the map. The Gene Keys gave me the melody. Each pain, each pause, each pattern in relating became part of a larger story, one that helps me hold space for others and myself with reverence.
My healing wasn’t a plan. It was a return to safety, softness, and self.
The modalities that supported me began to weave together. Human Design became a mirror. The Gene Keys became prayer. Acutonics tuned my nervous system like an instrument. ContactCare taught me to listen to the unspoken places that had waited decades to soften. Through Hypnosis, Imago Therapy, EFT, and somatic repair, everything began to speak one language: the language of remembering.
There is a rhythm already alive in you. Your body remembers. Your system knows how to come home.
What once felt fragmented began to form something whole. The fibromyalgia, the heartbreak, the loss, the emotional collapse, each became part of a map. Not a map to transcend life, but to embody it more fully. To restore safety. To relate again, gently, from the inside out.
This is how my work was born: through lived experience, deep study, and reverence for the body, the process, and the remembering we do together.
There is no right place to begin. Some arrive in the middle of grief. Some come with a physical ache they cannot explain. Some are simply tired of holding it all together. Others come as couples, wondering how to reconnect, how to soften the walls, how to feel seen again.
Whether you are moving through a threshold or sensing one ahead, you are welcome here. This work is an invitation to remember what is already wise within you. To relate again from the body, from the breath, from truth that feels safe to speak.
I work with individuals and couples from my home on the Kāpiti Coast in Aotearoa, either in person or online. My space is sacred, gentle, and attuned to what your system is ready for.
You can begin with the Heal by Design Quiz, a complimentary 15-minute call, or by booking a one-on-one or couples session.
Whatever the path, it begins in presence. I just wanted to let you know that there is nothing to prove here, only something to remember. And you are already whole.
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