For much of my life, I was disconnected from who I really was.

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On the outside, I could function. I could keep going. I could be the one who held things together.

But underneath that, I felt flat, overwhelmed, and far away from myself. It took me years to understand that this disconnection didn’t begin in adulthood. It began much earlier.

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When I was a baby, I was very sick from a reaction from my 3 month vaccine- it hospitalised me for a long time which lead to spending the first year and a half of my life connected to an oxygen tank.

Growing up, that story was repeated, time and time again — how sick I was, how fragile I was, how lucky I was to survive.

Poor Greta.

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Without realising it, that became part of how I saw myself.

• Fragile.

• Affected by life.

• Someone things happened to.

• Someone who needed to be careful.

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I also grew up deeply sensitive.

I could feel everything — the energy in a room, people’s moods, the tension beneath what wasn’t being said.

But instead of learning that this sensitivity was a gift, I experienced it as something overwhelming.

Something that made life harder. Something that made me too much, too emotional, too vulnerable.

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So I learned to adapt.

• I learned to suppress what I felt.

• To disconnect from my body.

• To override my truth.

• To keep going.

• To survive by becoming what was needed.

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My parents separated when I was young, and growing up between two homes brought its own kind of instability. There was love, but there was also inconsistency, and I became highly attuned to everything around me.

My mum being gay in a small town added another layer to that — a sense of being different, exposed, and aware of how much people judged what they didn’t understand.

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By the time I was a teenager, I had already internalised so much of life.

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I didn’t know how to process what I felt, so I pushed it down.

I used weed to numb. I lived in low self-worth, emotional suppression, victim mentality, and the quiet belief that life was hard and I just had to get through it.

And yet even then, there was always a part of me that was drawn to healing.

To people. To wanting others to feel seen, supported, and better in themselves.

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That part of me led me into beauty therapy, and while I loved making women feel good, there was still something deeper in me that knew I wasn’t fully living in my truth.

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Then life moved into another chapter.

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After having my second son, I stepped into supporting my husband as he grew a multimillion dollar business.

At the time, it made sense. It was practical. It was needed.

On the surface, it was simply the season of life we were in.

We were raising two young boys and growing a business, doing what we needed to do to create a better life.

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Looking back now, I can see something so clearly:

It wasn’t the business itself that created my suffering.

It was the lens through which I was experiencing that season.

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At that point in my life, I was still living through the conditioning of survival.

Through a dysregulated nervous system.

Through old patterns of over-giving, self-abandonment, emotional suppression, and unconsciously believing that life was hard, that I had to carry everything, and that things were happening to me.

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So while that chapter did involve real pressure and real demand, what made it so painful was the state I was living it from.

I wasn’t experiencing life as it was.
I was experiencing life through the lens I had been conditioned to see it through.

 

A lens that said:

• Poor me

• Life is so hard

• I have to do this alone

• There’s no room for me here

• I'm not good enough

• I have to struggle

 

If I had the tools then that I have now — the self-awareness, the nervous system capacity, the ability to regulate, receive support, soften, and stay connected to myself — that period of my life would have felt very different.

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And this is important, because I don’t look back on that chapter as a mistake.

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That season shaped me.
It grew me.
It revealed me.

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It brought me face to face with the ways I was still living from old wounds, old identity, and unconscious patterns.

At the time, I experienced it through a victim lens.

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Now I can see that life was happening for me.

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Not because it was easy.
Not because I would romanticise the struggle.

But because it became part of the path that led me back to myself.

I believe that sometimes we have to experience what we are not to truly know what we are.

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One of the deepest truths I now live by is this:

We don’t experience life as it is.

We experience life through the lens, conditioning, and nervous system state we perceive it from.

Change the lens, and the experience changes.
Build inner safety, and life meets you differently.
Strengthen your foundation, and the same circumstances can become a place of growth, meaning, and transformation.

That chapter was part of my becoming.

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Eventually, I reached a point where I could no longer ignore the disconnection I felt within myself.

I couldn’t keep performing a life that looked fine while quietly disappearing inside it.

I couldn’t keep overriding the truth in my body. I couldn’t keep living in survival and calling it responsibility.

Something in me knew there had to be another way.

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That was the beginning of my healing journey — and ultimately, my path into somatic healing.

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I found my way into energy healing, nervous system work, and deeper inner healing spaces, and even before I had language for what was happening, I knew that something in me was finally beginning to come home.

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Somatic healing gave me a way to work not just with my thoughts, but with my body.
With the emotions I had suppressed.
With the patterns I had stored.
With the survival responses that had shaped the way I moved through life.

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Because healing, for me, was never just about understanding my past intellectually.

It was about learning how to feel safe in my body again.
How to listen to what my body had been holding.
How to release the patterns of self-abandonment, suppression, and hypervigilance that had become normal for me.

 

Healing was never about becoming someone new.
It was about returning to the parts of me I had abandoned.

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The woman beneath the coping.
Beneath the roles.
Beneath the over-giving.
Beneath the suppression.
Beneath the identity of fragility, victimhood, and survival.

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As I did this work, old emotions surfaced. Stored pain moved. Patterns became visible. My body began telling the truth my mind had spent years trying to outrun.

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And I started listening.

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I trained in Reiki, Root Cause Therapy, somatic healing, and immersed myself in transformational work around the world.

But this journey was never just intellectual for me. I lived it. I walked it. I unravelled the patterns and identities that had shaped my life for years.

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And on the other side, I didn’t become perfect.

I became more real.
More grounded.
More connected.
More honest.
More embodied.
More devoted to my truth.

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I stopped seeing my sensitivity as the thing that made me weak.

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I started recognizing it for what it had always been:
a gift,
a guide,
a source of intelligence,
and a doorway into deep healing, truth, and connection.

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Now, somatic healing is at the heart of the work I do.

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I support women who are tired of living in survival mode — women who have spent years overgiving, suppressing themselves, holding it all together, and quietly abandoning their own needs, truth, and aliveness along the way.

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Women who look like they’re coping on the outside but feel disconnected on the inside.
Women who are exhausted by the weight of who they’ve had to be.
Women who are ready to stop living from old conditioning and start creating from a grounded, regulated, connected sense of self.

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Through somatic healing, I help women come back into relationship with their bodies, regulate their nervous systems, process what has been stored beneath the surface, and reconnect with the truth of who they are.

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Because this work is not just about healing symptoms.

It’s about coming home to yourself. Its not a quick fix - it is a journey.

It’s about releasing what was never yours to carry.
It’s about feeling safe enough to be in your body, in your truth, and in your life.

It’s about remembering who you are beneath the patterns that taught you to shrink, suppress, harden, or disappear.

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The women I work with are not broken.

They are often deeply sensitive, deeply intuitive women who have simply spent years adapting to life through survival patterns that no longer serve them.

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And at some point, that way of living stops working.

• The body speaks.

• The resentment builds.

• The numbness gets louder.

• The disconnection becomes impossible to ignore.

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And beneath it all, there is a deeper knowing:

There is more than this.
More truth.
More wholeness.
More peace.
More softness.
More power.
More life.

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That is the woman I work with.

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The woman who is ready to reclaim her sensitivity as strength.
The woman who is ready to deepen her healing journey.

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Transform your Sensitivity to Your Superpower !