MY STORY
I don't teach what I haven't lived.
I lead from what was forged.
My work is shaped by lived experience, not ideology — by navigating intimacy,
rupture, repair, leadership, and embodiment in real relationships and real life.
The Short Story
I didn’t come from the healing world. I came from corporate. A Chartered Accountant — Ernst & Young, Deloitte, Village Roadshow — who spent nearly a decade building a career that looked successful from the outside while her nervous system was running on survival inside.
When my first long term relationship ended at twenty-three, something cracked open. A dark night of the soul. Breakdowns. Weight gain. The beginning of bulimia. A grief I had no framework for. That rupture was the beginning of a question I would spend years trying to answer.
In 2014 I quit my job and moved to Melbourne with one intention: to find my soul’s purpose. Once I arrived, the seeking began. Dalai Lama teachings on the tram to work. Meditation. CrossFit — until chronic back pain sent me to strength and conditioning instead. Through all of it, the bulimia quietly resolved. Not through a program but through presence — through finally starting to listen to my body rather than fight it.
In 2016 a spiritual awakening arrived in a muddy paddock in the rain — standing barefoot on the earth, feeling something move through my entire body from crown to ground, turning around to find an owl at the fence in the exact spot I had climbed over. I drove home, showered outdoors, and got my period for the first time in six months.
In 2017 I found Alice — a coach whose five-day transformation program changed everything. I had finally found the language for what I had been living inside. I enrolled in NLP and leadership studies. And after Alice, a first mushroom journey that cracked open my relationship with control. Then a medical diagnosis — a doctor told me I needed surgery or I risked cancer. I laughed in his face. The hospital confirmed it. A male doctor examined me without saying a single word, treated my body as something to be managed. When he was done I went to the bathroom and cried. I healed my cervix naturally anyway — through clearing the sexual trauma held in my generational line, through shamanic work, through trusting my body over every external voice that told me it couldn’t be done. When I got back to Perth and finally had another pap smear, the doctor told me everything was fine — that the Melbourne doctors must have got it wrong. I looked at her and said clearly: no. I healed it naturally. I didn’t need her to believe me. I knew what I had done.
“I said no to the system. And my body said yes to itself.”
In 2018, in a single moment in a corporate meeting room, I knew I was done. A decade of corporate life ended in a split second. Within a month I was back in Perth.
“I didn’t transform once. I transformed repeatedly. Each time, the same question: am I willing to come back to myself?”
Back in Perth I worked at Lululemon while I built the business. I became community lead. I learnt to surf. And I dealt with something I’d been carrying for years — my body. Four years in Melbourne trying to lose weight, not understanding my nervous system was in a constant trauma response. No effort could override what the body was holding underneath. When I moved back to Perth I didn’t go to the beach for an entire summer — I love the ocean more than almost anything, and I kept myself away from it because I was too self-conscious to be seen. One day I caught myself. I realised the only person judging me was me. So I stopped caring what I ate. I started moving for joy — swimming, surfing, hiking. Became more social. And quietly, without noticing, the weight came off. Someone pointed it out one day. I was genuinely puzzled. I looked in the mirror and thought: what happened? My body had let go of what it was holding the moment I stopped forcing it and started letting it feel safe.
What followed was a decade of building. More than Forty+ retreats — surfing, yoga, breathwork, plant medicine, adventure, and transformation form small to big groups. Hundreds of women in 1:1 work. Community events, yoga nights, festival stages, group programs. And alongside all of it, more initiations — a relationship that dismantled me and cracked my psychic channel open, an abortion and the grief that arrived unnamed, a room where a practitioner touched me without consent and called it healing, and spaces where I watched other women being harmed by facilitators who couldn’t tell the difference between a woman moving through something and a woman being hurt.
Everything I have built — every retreat, every ceremony, every 1:1 container, every program, every festival stage — is an expression of what I could not find when I needed it most. I built the Psychic–Somatic Spiral™ because I needed it. Because none of the modalities I encountered started where the pattern actually lived — in the body, in the nervous system, in the place where the override happens before the mind has even formed a thought. The psychic part is not separate. It is what becomes available when the somatic work has done its job. When the nervous system is regulated, when the body is no longer running the pattern, when the static clears — what opens is the channel. Clairvoyance, clairsentience, claircognizance, clairaudience. The intuitive intelligence that was always there but could not be heard above the noise of survival. This work guides women through somatic transformation so they can access and trust their own psychic channel. Not as a gift granted to the few. As a capacity restored to the many.
In 2025 I channelled She Who Leads Herself™. Three days. Complete flow state. The concept arrived fully formed — I simply moved my hand across the page. It wasn’t constructed. It was received
“I said no to the system. And my body said yes to itself.”
This work exists because I lived every version of what it addresses. Not once. Repeatedly. In my body, in my relationships, in spiritual spaces that were supposed to be safe, in a corporate world that had no language for what I was carrying. I built it from the inside of the pattern. And I offer it to women who are tired of trying to think their way out of something that lives somewhere the mind cannot reach.
If that is you — you are in the right place.