Meditation didn’t arrive in my life as a quick fix — it found me in moments of overwhelm, anxiety, and exhaustion. Over time, it became a quiet companion. A way of softening. A way of coming home to myself.

I’ve lived with chronic anxiety, an overactive nervous system, and the invisible weight of carrying too much for too long. As a carer for my mum, who lives with dementia, I know how constant that load can be — physically, emotionally, and silently.

Through regular practice, meditation helped me find steadiness in the face of fear, soften patterns of self-sabotage, reduce pain, and begin to rebuild my relationship with myself and others. It wasn’t quick or easy. It took time, patience, and gentle persistence. But it worked — and it still does.

Meditation helped me heal. And now I teach it, not as an escape from life, but as a way of meeting it — moment by moment — with more compassion, presence, and choice.

It’s called a practice for a reason. It takes practice. And it’s a continuous journey — not something to perfect, but something to return to, again and again.

If you're navigating caregiving, chronic stress, emotional overwhelm, or simply the deep ache of change — I want you to know: you're not alone. This work can hold you. It held me.