Stress shows up in tense shoulders. Anxiety lives in a clenched jaw. Anger tightens the fists. Love flutters through our tummies, and adrenaline makes our hearts pump. The body has always spoken for us. Even when we didn't realise it.

Sometimes, healing doesn't look like crying on the bathroom floor. Sometimes, healing looks like realising you've been holding your breath for 18 years and didn't know it.

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.

This week I got pissed off, and I mean really pissed off. I've been listening to incredible women who are strong, fiery, and just bloody amazing, and they're feeling caught up in knots and twists. They're unsure, worried, panicked, and they feel like their only option is maybe to leave something they've worked so hard for. Their confidence is low. They can't focus.

Jorge and I have been married for 16 years and have been together for 22. Some of you reading this might think, that's baby love! While others might wonder how we even got here. But over the last two weeks, I've been reflecting on love and what it all means. Perhaps it's the conversations I've been having with friends and clients that brought it up and made me wonder: what does it all mean?

This week, I’ve been sitting with a word. It’s not a big or fancy one, just a simple four-letter word that has been with me more times than I can count. HOPE.

Fifty weeks of showing up to the page and myself. Fifty weeks (fifty lessons) of sharing the tangled thoughts, hidden fears, messy contradictions, and quiet revelations that come with being a woman, a mother, a partner, a coach, and most of all… a human.

The other day I walked into my local fruit and veg shop and found perfectly fresh strawberries on sale for $1.42. Jackpot! That little thrill reminded me that joy doesn’t need a big stage. And honestly, what’s ever truly perfect?

Confidence. What is it, really? Is it that magical fairy dust you spot in people who can talk to strangers, light up a room, make everyone laugh, and own a dinner table in seconds? Or is it the quieter kind?

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

Our bodies don't lie. They're not trying to sabotage us; they're trying to speak to us. And it may be time to listen to your body.

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

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

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

The Three Tools For Mental Clutter I Use Daily. Here's what I've learned: mental clutter doesn't just disappear.

Now, anyone who knows me well would describe my house as tidy, neat, clean, and, let's be honest, stage-ready. It's friendly and...

What is the cost of mental clutter? It has taken me four years to build up the courage to share this story and talk about how it all began.

Recently, my focus has shifted to understanding why food plays a pivotal role in my life - how I can better nourish my body to feed my mind

When I reflect on imposter syndrome—when I feel it—it's usually tied to fear: fear of judgment, fear of not fitting in, fear of looking...