I know where you’re at.
A week before my 32nd birthday, I stared at my reflection—haggard, drained, barely holding it together. I was a single mum, exhausted from being my dad’s carer, emotionally and physically running on empty. And the truth hit me like a wave: I was the one allowing myself to be walked over.
I’d spent years telling almost every boyfriend, “You treat me like a doormat.” But the reality? I was the one laying down. I had never truly valued myself.
I was sick of my own cycles—numbing out with alcohol, compulsively organising, shopping, scrolling, anything to distract myself. Every time I tried to “do better,” it felt like gripping onto control, only to slip back into old patterns or swap one compulsion for another. It was exhausting.
That day, staring at my own reflection, I saw my future. I would be 40, still stuck, still numbing, still waiting for the life I dreamed of.
And my dreams were big. A poor single mum who wanted financial freedom, to travel the world, to make a difference. It sounded impossible.
But here I am—seven years later—living a sustainably compulsion-free life, traveling, working flexibly, and helping others break free, just like I did.
And now, I want that for you.
You don’t have to stay stuck. The life you crave is closer than you think.
Let’s take that first step together.
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