My Story
I was seven when I screamed, “I’m running away!” and slammed the back door behind me.
I didn’t get far.
I raced around the house, came back in through the front door, and collapsed on the dining room floor, sobbing into my hands. I heard my mother drop everything and run after me out the back door, crying and shouting my name, I wanted her to suffer…. Another tantrum. Another explosion of confusion and helplessness.
School
It had started with homework, again. A reading assignment. I stared at the page, trying to decode what was in front of me, but all I saw was a scramble of letters. We’d been living this hell since I began school at five years old. My mum sat with me, trying to help. I wanted her help. The more she broke down the words, the more I broke down.
Eventually, she decided I must be doing it on purpose. That I was just being difficult. But the truth was, I desperately wanted to read. I just couldn't ....so the tantrums continued.
School was a daily struggle. I was humiliated in front of classmates, constantly behind, labelled myself lazy, dumb and slow. The shame was so deep, and in my eyes I believed I was the worst pupil in the class.
Dyslexia
At nine years old, I was sent to the school psychiatrist. Back then, dyslexia wasn’t widely understood. When I was finally diagnosed, it was a relief for everyone. My parents, to their credit, did a complete turnaround. They chose a school that could support me, and they worked hard to help me succeed.
But the damage had been done.
No matter how much support I got, I still carried the imprint of those early years, being misunderstood, not believed, and worst of all, feeling stupid. That feeling lodged in my body like a stone. I couldn’t talk or think my way out of it.
Even when things were better between my mum and me and the tantrums had stopped, I still kept her at arm’s length. The distance between us was quieter now, but it was still there.
What next?
I’m a visual and hands-on learner, seeing and doing that’s where I thrive. Massage school was a perfect fit and working as a massage therapist felt right from day one.
Mentor
I was fortunate to find a mentor, Dr Creed, a chiropractor who believed in me and instilled confidence. He gave me every tough case that came through the door. Sometimes I got great results. Other times, I just rubbed and prayed.
I always felt there had to be more. More I could offer. More ways to help my clients.
That’s when I found and began studying energy kinesiology.
The training flipped everything for me. Suddenly I wasn’t just helping clients physically, I was working with them emotionally, biochemically, and energetically. I started uncovering the real reasons people couldn’t heal. And in those practice sessions with my fellow classmates, something unexpected happened that year: using the new tools we were learning, without even realizing it, I quietly began clearing the stuck patterns of my painful early years.
Healing
That old rift with my mum? The open wound that I didn’t know how to heal? It started to change. Conversations felt easier, time with her felt less loaded. And slowly, we were able to talk about the tantrum years, the heartbreak, the helplessness, hers and mine.
She had done her best. I had done my best, and both of us had suffered.
That wound has now healed, and so has my relationship with school.
School-again
I never, not in my wildest dreams, imagined I would become a teacher. After all the humiliation I’d felt at school, after all the years of struggling, why would I ever want to stand at the front of a classroom?
And yet, here I am.
I’m on the faculty of the Kinesiology Institute.
The girl who used to sit at the back of the class, praying no one would notice how lost she was, now stands at the front of the room, guiding others with confidence and clarity.
That’s what healing does. It rewrites the story, not just in your mind, but in your nervous system and in your body.
New possibilities begin to emerge, and early next year, one of those will take shape as The Harmony Deck, born directly from this work.
Childhood
What I’ve learned since then, through decades of working with clients, is this:
Our relationships from childhood walk with us into adulthood. Whether we like it or not.
We can talk about it, analyze it, understand it, but none of that will change the pattern that’s stuck in the body. Until we release what’s stored in the cells and psyche, we stay trapped. Going round in circles. Repeating the same old patterns of pain in different costumes.
Here’s the good news
The body remembers everything. And when we tap into the memories and release what no longer serves us, we are freed.
If there’s something in your life you’ve tried everything to fix using therapy, courses, healing sessions, mindset work and it’s still hanging around… chances are, it didn’t start where you think it did.
I’d love to help you get to the root of it. I offer sessions in-person or via zoom.
Book a free 20-minute call and let’s talk about if I can support you moving forward.
This isn’t about fixing you. It’s about helping you remember who you were before the world told you (and you believed) something was wrong with you. This is an invitation to come home to yourself.