Who I Am
My life is divided into two distinct chapters — and neither transition came with instructions.
The first life was planned and mapped out. The certificates and accreditations I earned from hard work were rewarded when I became a senior specialist nurse. And when I stepped up to become a nurse lecturer, I truly believed I had reached the pinnacle of my career. As a woman whose work was built on credibility and decades of professional authority, what I did really mattered to me.
What we do for you
As a nurse, I was trained to skilfully walk people through some of the most vulnerable transitions of their lives. That work led me to a growing curiosity about trauma, health, nervous systems, and recovery — and a deep belief that knowledge was power and if you understood enough you could deal with almost anything.
How wrong was I. Midlife proved otherwise.
Burnout and unresolved trauma dismantled my health, my confidence, and my sense of self with shocking speed. My nervous system collapsed, followed closely by my identity. I didn’t recognise who I had become or the life I was living.
What followed was, in many ways, a death — the death of my identity.
Suddenly, I found myself exactly where many women arrive in midlife: no longer who I had been, and not yet who I was becoming. Walking through this same identity rupture taught me something essential — what women need in this chapter is not fixing or advice, but a midwife.
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While knowledge still matters to me, I don’t lead women with theory. I walk with them through identity transitions, knowing — because I have crossed that terrain myself — what it takes to emerge grounded, intact, and self-led.
When midlife cracks you open, you don’t need fixing.
You need a midwife.