Conscious Connected Breathwork came into my life when I least expected it. I was at Soul Circus Festival and felt drawn to a session focused on emotional release and trauma. To say it was life-changing is an understatement. I hadn’t realised how stuck I was — buried under layers of grief, heaviness, and emotional fog.
During that session, it felt like I was a glow stick; cracked open, shaken up, and finally shining again. My colour came back. It was as if something dormant inside me had been reawakened. I began to remember who I was before I got lost — the girl who spent time in nature, who was drawn to energy and healing, who read about paganism, tarot, crystals, Reiki........the one who followed what felt true.
Somewhere along the way, I had veered off that path trying to meet expectations, fit into society’s mould, and stay safe by being who I thought I should be. But breathwork brought me back to myself, beneath the vices, the patterns, the layers.
I knew almost instantly that this was something I had to share. The experience was so profound, so deeply awakening, that I signed up to train as a facilitator with Innercamp. I didn’t hesitate. It felt like my soul was saying yes — this is it.
Since then, I haven’t looked back. The journey has continued to unfold in a way that feels natural and aligned. I’ve trained in Holosomatic Bodywork, Jikiden Reiki, and am currently deepening my breathwork practice through Rebirthing training with the Air School of Breath. Each of these modalities has helped me reconnect with the body’s innate wisdom, with energy, and with the breath as a bridge back to wholeness.
This work has changed my life — and it’s an honour to now hold space for others as they begin to remember who they are, beneath the stories, the conditioning, and the noise. To walk alongside people as they come home to themselves, one breath at a time.
"The greatest privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are." Carl Jung
For much of my life, I struggled with anxiety, low self-esteem, and depression. On the surface, I had a good life and loving parents, so I couldn’t understand why I felt the way I did.
I tried counselling in my early teens but only managed one session. It felt too exposing. I felt ashamed to be there. I convinced myself I didn’t deserve the space, that others had it worse, and I should just be grateful.
The truth is, my ways of coping were self-destructive. I didn’t know how else to deal with what I was feeling. From self-harm to numbing through vices and addictions, from people-pleasing to constantly shape-shifting just to fit in. I was simply doing my best to survive, but it's no wonder I was either in a state of fight, flight or fawn.
I genuinely believed I was just “an anxious person,” and that was how it would always be.
Looking back, I can see that so much of my pain came from the fear of being seen. Of being judged, criticised, or mocked just for being me. I carried this deep belief that I wasn’t good enough. That no matter what I did, I could never quite measure up. I wasn’t just anxious. I was afraid. Afraid of showing the real me. So I wore a mask, hoping it would make me more acceptable, more likable. It was exhausting and depressing.
