Once upon a time, there was this woman. You probably know someone just like her. From a very young age, she got it into her head that she needed to figure things out on her own and not ask for help. She thought she should have all her own answers, and not rely on other people. Maybe she was just too scared to ask for help, not wanting to be a bother or to be needy or a nuisance. It often made life difficult for her, and more painful than it needed to be. All her friends admired her calm exterior, not knowing what was going on under the surface. She was often very anxious and unsure, and at times she could get depressed.
Just after her 31st birthday, her life changed for ever with one meeting. The man across the desk said ‘I’m afraid you have breast cancer’. At that point her life wasn’t amazing. She had a stressful job and she was in an unhappy relationship. She was grieving for a traumatic miscarriage a few months before, and now this crashed in on top of everything else.
Being a practical type, she swung into action and started reading about cancer and its treatments, learning to make informed decisions, keeping a journal to document what was happening. The help came, as it always does. She was very scared, but most of the time she put that away because she didn’t know what to do about it. She didn’t ask for help. She didn’t like to bother people. She went through three surgeries, chemotherapy, and many months of feeling pretty awful. She stayed strong for those around her, because that was what she always did.
There was a day at the cancer centre when she booked herself in for reflexology. It was like a lightbulb moment, that was all it took for her to know where she wanted to go next. Still she doubted herself, and after finding a course she put that away and forgot about it. She didn’t have the confidence to do it.
A few years later the bad relationship had ended and she’d met the love of her life. When her job was made redundant she recognised the opportunity, and finally enrolled herself on a reflexology course. That was 2003. It felt like the best time of her life, because it was so right. All the hard stuff had led her to that place and given her the life experiences she needed to be present for others and give them her best care and attention. She sailed through the course, loving every moment (even the tough bits) and she found her place in life. She has never stopped learning and growing, and her life gets better all the time. Caring for other people and encouraging them to lead their best possible life is her purpose and passion.
I want you to know that it’s possible to thrive when life throws horrible stuff in your path. This is my story. This is me, and I'm here to help you.