My Story
My journey didn’t begin with confidence or clarity. It began with survival.
From the age of nine, my life was marked by abuse, fear, and confusion. Throughout my childhood and teenage years, I experienced sexual abuse and violence that stole my sense of safety before I even understood what safety was.
I grew up believing my body wasn’t my own. That love had to hurt. That being quiet kept me safe. That my worth was something I had to earn through pain and compliance.
Those beliefs became my foundation, and I carried them into adulthood without realising it.
As I grew older, those early wounds led me into two back-to-back abusive relationships. Both began with charm and promises of love. Both ended in control, humiliation, and violence. I was headbutted, suffocated, thrown out of my home, and made to believe I somehow deserved it. I was convinced that this was what love looked like, that this was all I was worth.
I lost myself completely.
To cope, I turned on myself. I drank too much, used drugs, starved and binged, and punished my body in every way I could. I tried to run from my pain, to bury it under distraction and destruction, but it always caught up with me. Nothing could fill the emptiness that came from not feeling safe in my own skin.
For years, I lived like that, existing but not really living.
Then something inside me shifted.
It started with movement. Running, exercising, feeling my body work for me instead of against me. It became my medicine, the first way I began to reconnect with myself. For the first time in years, I felt a flicker of strength - a quiet reminder that I was still here.
From that moment, everything began to change.
I started setting boundaries. I cut ties with toxic people. I began protecting myself, even when it was terrifying. I began to rebuild, not all at once, but piece by piece.
Therapy helped me find my voice.
Coaching helped me find my power.
Through coaching, I was asked the question that would change everything:
“What do you want?”
It sounds simple, but no one had ever asked me that before. It cracked something open in me - the realisation that I had spent my whole life surviving other people’s choices instead of making my own.
That question became my turning point.
I stopped seeing myself as broken and started seeing myself as becoming.
I reclaimed my body.
I rebuilt my confidence.
And I began to believe that I was worthy of love, of peace, of safety.
Today, I am living proof that healing is possible.
I have run marathons, boxed in the ring, and built a life that once felt unreachable. I am married to a man who honours my boundaries and loves me with gentleness and respect - the kind of love I never believed could exist.
Most importantly, I have turned my pain into purpose.
Because I know what it’s like to live in fear.
And I know what it’s like to find freedom.
Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means remembering who you are beneath the pain and choosing to rise anyway. I reclaimed my body, rebuilt my worth, and rose into the woman I was always meant to be - free, whole, and unshakably me.
And now, I want every survivor to know: you can rise too.
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