When did "no" become a dirty word Somewhere along the way, we started to believe that being kind meant being constantly available.

Powerless - is the feeling that you are stuck, that there is no way forward, that what is happening around you has more control than what is happening within you. At its most intense, it can feel like despair, helplessness, even a quiet sense of giving up.

There is something deeply personal about the emotion of hurt. It lingers a little longer. It feels heavier, and often, we don't know what to do with it. We tell ourselves to move on. To let it go. To not be so sensitive, yet hurt exists for a reason. Its higher purpose is self-respect.

Most of us were taught to avoid embarrassment. Something awkward. Something we should push away as quickly as possible, yet embarrassment has a purpose. At its core, embarrassment is a social emotion. It developed to help us stay connected to the tribe. Long before modern life, belonging to the group meant safety and survival. Embarrassment helps us pause and check in with our behaviour within the social world around us.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve been writing about what I call our survival emotions. We’ve explored anger, sadness and fear; these emotions are designed to protect us, alert us and help us navigate the world around us. They are powerful, primal and deeply human. Now we move into the next layer. The social emotions. This is where it gets really interesting, because these emotions are not so much about life or death. They are not about whether the berry is poisonous or whether t

There is a very particular moment that comes just before we stretch ourselves. It rarely arrives loudly. It begins as a tightening somewhere in the body, a subtle shift in the breath, a flicker of doubt that feels almost logical.

Over the next few weeks, I'm going to have a deeper conversation and work on emotions. What they are. Why do they exist?

Dear you, I've been sitting with this letter for a few days now. There is so much I want to say. So many thoughts swirling around in my head and so many feelings that have been rising and falling over the past couple of weeks, and yet… every time I've tried to write, the words haven't quite landed. Not because nothing has been happening, but because everything has been happening. I think, if I'm honest, I've been in survival mode. Just doing what needed to be done: packing, d

The person you speak to the most, every single day, is yourself. And that voice influences you more than anyone else ever will. Internal narrative runs the show.

Who’s having endless discussions about AI and the future of our tasks, our jobs, our workforce, heck, our humanity?!?! Will AI replace me? Is AI a faster, smarter, better-looking, and more articulate version of me?

The lunch tin isn't just a container of food. It's a mirror. Of our intentions. Our pressures. Our need to nourish, yes, but also to prove that we have 'done it', that we are good, that we are enough.

There has been an interesting feeling around. I hear many describe it as "let's just get through this", while others feel a sense of the unknown, the question of "what will ever happen next?" tends to be the tone.

I wonder if we’re part of the problem and if we are the ones creating the drama and the mental "comparison chaos" in our heads?

So, when did the innocence of our internal language shift? When did it go from cuddles, milk, fairies, and pretend lands to: Am I good enough? Why don’t they like me? How could I have been so stupid? They know I didn’t know the answer, now I feel terrible… Come on, don’t be so lazy

So here I am, writing about how our past shapes our current or old identities and how to break away and rediscover your true identity.

When I first saw my mum put on her lipstick, I noticed something change. Her shoulders lifted, just slightly, but it was enough. A sparkle

How do we shift our mindset to cope with high-volume work and thrive? People are collapsing under the weight of it all, unable to handle

Over the last few months, I've been preparing for an exam to further my accreditation in the coaching industry, the ACC Exam, which...

If we hold onto our past, how can we ever learn to live in our future? This is a question I ask myself constantly.

So, after feeling completely burnt out, I picked myself back up and started working through the pattern. How did I get myself into this.