I know what it feels like to live a life that isn’t yours.
I grew up learning to be strong and independent. But underneath that strength, I was quietly doing what so many women do — searching for belonging I never quite found. In friendships. In workplaces. In family. In social groups. In love. In every room I ever walked into, there was a part of me that wondered why I never quite felt like I belonged there.
I over-gave, over-explained, over-achieved. I made myself smaller, more agreeable, more useful. And still — the feeling never left. That quiet gap between who I was and who everyone else seemed to be.
It took loss, and grief, and years of sitting with the hardest questions — before I finally found the missing piece.
The story I’d been living wasn’t mine. It had been written by patterns I’d inherited, by wounds I didn’t even know I was carrying. And the moment I understood that — everything changed.
I’ve spent 13 years as a doula and hypnotherapist sitting with women in their most raw and real moments. In birth. In the postpartum fog. In the 3am moments of a relationship falling apart. In the midlife quiet when a woman finally asks — whose life am I living?
I built The Unwritten Woman so other women don’t have to wait as long as I did.
You deserve to love, mother and live from wholeness — not wound.
