In this video, you'll hear about my journey overcoming chronic illness, battling severe hormone imbalances (PMDD), and how confronting my darkest parts helped me rebuild my body and mind.

Ever hit rock bottom? I have — and let me tell you, sometimes rock bottom has a trapdoor.

There was a time I spent more hours horizontal than upright, flattened by chronic fatigue and the life wrecking ball that is PMDD.

On the “good” days, I baked brownies with my mum and quietly wondered if I’d ever ski across polar ice again — or if that version of me was gone for good.

Spoiler: she wasn’t.

These weren’t some glittery Instagram comebacks. It was gritty. Raw. For many days, survival was the only item on the to-do list. And yet, step by step, belief by belief, I rewrote the script.

I went on to live the adventure I once thought I’d lost. And now? I help high-achieving women do the same — not just survive, but thrive. In their careers, their bodies, their relationships, and their wildest missions.

Over 500 badass clients later, I can tell you with full conviction:

The change you’re craving is not impossible.You’re not too late. And your dreams? They’re still waiting — if you’re bold enough to say yes.

How It All Began — or more accurately, how I refused to let it end.

At one point, my life looked like a locked room mystery: confined to bed with severe chronic fatigue syndrome, unable to do the most basic things, like walk down the street or cook a meal without crashing. Every day felt like quicksand — heavy, slow, and inescapable.

Then came the moment that could’ve broken me.

London’s top specialist sat across from me and said, “You’ll be bedbound for life.”

Instead of accepting this diagnosis that felt like a life sentence, something inside me snapped — and not in despair. In defiance.

I didn’t know how, but I knew this: that was not going to be my life.

Fast forward through grit, fire, and more plot twists than a spy thriller — I found my way to a radical brain retraining program.

I was skeptical, exhausted, and desperate. Half of me whispered, “This is too good to be true.” The other half? Was already lacing up her boots.

Three Days. That’s all it took to flip the switch.

No explosions. No dramatic chase scene. Just one shattering realisation:

I wasn’t just physically exhausted — I was mentally trapped.
By the constant hum of “urgh I’m so tired” on repeat.

But once I saw it? Game over for the old narrative.

I caught my own brain in the act — looping in survival mode, stuck on the frequency of fatigue. So I did what any mission-ready woman would do:

I hacked the system.

I rewired the fatigue. Interrupted the survival mode. And started building new neuropathways — ones calibrated for energy, vitality, joy, and strength.

And just like that… I was back. Socialising. Laughing. Ironman Training. Adventuring. Living.

Not someday. Not after a long recovery. That week.

I haven’t looked back since. And now?

I’m building a life in Norway that’s unapologetically mine — alongside my wild-hearted husky, Woolfie, who never lets me forget that we were built for adventure.

Back in the Basement. Again.

It’s easy to forget that even after a major transformation, life can throw you straight back into the shadows — harder, faster, with the kind of chaos that feels like it might swallow you whole.

Enter PMDD. That dark, suffocating force that turned my world upside down once again — dragging me down into a pit of suicidal depression, emotional rollercoasters, and so much pain. I felt trapped — like I was drowning in a storm of unexplainable agony.

Doctors? They didn’t have answers, just dismissals. But I’m no stranger to tough terrain.

So I trusted my gut. I went deeper. Much deeper.

I found my way to two powerful multi-dimensional healers who didn’t just scratch the surface — they went straight to the root of my trauma, my fears, my self-sabotaging beliefs. Together, we dismantled the walls around my darkest thoughts and emotions, confronting the very things I had been (unknowingly) avoiding for years.

The journey wasn’t quick. It wasn’t pretty. But it was a fight worth having.

2+ years later? I’m not just recovered, I’m rediscovering myself — and the view from the top has never looked so good.

This winter, I skied solo to the summit of Fannaråkhytta — a trip I had to cancel a couple of years ago, on my birthday, because I was too sick.

That’s the thing about reclaiming your life: You own the things you used to think were impossible like a damn legend!

My spirit? Feels like its untouchable. If that sounds cheesy, it’s because it is — but it’s also my reality.

And here's the truth — growth isn’t a straight line. Embodying your highest potential? It’s not a one-off mission. It's a never-ending pursuit.

I’m far from done. In fact, I feel like I’ve only just stepped onto the launchpad. What’s coming next? You’ll just have to wait and see, because the real fun has only begun.

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