Most personal development focuses on mindset, behaviour, emotional processing, or habits.

For many people, that’s enough.

But for others - especially intelligent, self-aware, sensitive, empathic, high-capacity individuals - change doesn’t stick. Not because they aren’t trying hard enough, but because the work is happening at the wrong layer.

For those already at the threshold of change.

The roles you built your life around no longer respond. The strategies that once worked feel hollow. The identity you’ve been inhabiting doesn’t quite fit - but you can’t go back to who you were.

So you can plan your year, your work, and your life in a way that’s sustainable, self-led, and aligned with how you’re actually built -not how you were conditioned to function.

Most people are trying to build a life, a relationship, or a business on top of a self they’ve never fully met.

That “something” is almost always the same thing: a missing relationship with self.

Carl Jung called the process of restoring that relationship individuation.

I wanted to give an update on my Twin Flame journey, 4 months on. Recently, it’s been really uncomfortable.

Freedom of Self isn’t about reinventing yourself - it’s about remembering yourself.

How I got it and how wild camping in the back of my Defender saved me and returned me back to myself.

I used to think I’d never get married.

Some truths will piss people off. Here’s one:

Let’s clear the smoke. Because what you’re feeling? It’s intense! It’s soul-shaking. It’s raw.

“Am I just a romantic? Am I spiralling again? Is this all just in my head?”

I was always told my fire was the problem. Too much. Too loud. Too intense. Too emotional. Too everything.

And sometimes you need therapy First…

What if your next move doesn’t always make sense on paper…

And Why I Wouldn’t Change a Thing
Surfing the waves of life…

Let’s talk about something that still seems to shock people in 2025:That a woman nearing 40 could be… happy. Without children. Or a man. Or the tidy little life society told her she should want: house, husband, 2.4 kids.

By now, at 39, I thought I’d have the checklist complete. Instead? I have none of the above in the way society told me I would. And weirdly, I’m okay with that. Actually, I’m more than okay. I’m alive, awake, and becoming who I actually came here to be.

I ended 2021 in pieces. Severe insomnia. Anxiety. Covid. And a full-blown nervous system collapse that felt like the end of the world. But it was really the beginning.

For years, I wasn’t sure if I had anything worth saying. I’d sit with a blank page, wanting to write but caught in perfectionism.

Radical Truth: When Biology Isn’t Your Path (And Why So Many Men Are Trapped Too)