A Personal Note

Hi, it’s been a while!

Over the past few months, my life has quietly unravelled and reshaped itself. I’ve been going through a period of deep personal transformation - one that cracked me wide open in ways I never could have expected.

It began with the devastating news that our six-year-old had been diagnosed with a rare health condition, later confirmed to be cancer. And on that day, it felt like everything else fell away.

For weeks, I went into full survival mode. My nervous system spiralled. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. My brain latched onto every worst-case scenario. My faith - in the world, in my own safety - crumbled.

I kept asking: Why is this happening?

But that question only deepened my panic.

So eventually, I softened it into something more helpful:

What can I do now?

The honest answer? Not much.

There was no fixing. No bypassing. Just the confronting reality of this diagnosis - and the slow process of letting the shock move through.

But eventually, I came to this:

What my son needs most right now is a present, grounded, stable mum.

So I cleared my calendar. I stopped trying to overthink or ‘solve’ the cancer. I dove headfirst into somatic therapy & let my nervous system lead. I worked with my breath, my body, and my thoughts to come back to safety - not just for me, but for our whole family.

In time, we began to get more information. We saw different specialists. And the panic began to soften.

Then, just recently, we received incredible news: the tumour was successfully removed after 3 surgeries. Pathology confirmed it was a low-grade, slow-growing type - the kind that usually stays localised, and may not even return.

It’s extremely rare in children, so there’s still some unknown. But the threat has been significantly downgraded. It’s now something we’ll manage with regular physical checks and ultrasounds for the next five years.

The crisis has passed - for now. And for the first time in weeks, I can breathe again. Think again. Work again.

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But of course… I’m not the same.

After going through something like that, I didn’t want to jump back into social media talking about trending audio and ad hooks for skincare serums. It felt too surface-level after such a life-altering experience.

I kept asking myself:

How do I return to business as usual, when life is anything but?

How can I show up online without needing to tell the whole story - but still honour the transformation that’s taken place?

I’ve been sitting in those questions for weeks. And, eventually, I found the thread:

I realised that safety was the thing I needed most.

Safety in my body. Safety in my nervous system.

Safety to show up, or not. To speak, or not. To rest, or create.

And then it hit me - that’s exactly what so many of the women I work with need, too.

The truth is, I’ve spent years helping women create content. But I now see how often we’ve tried to show up while our nervous systems were whispering: “its not safe.”

Sometimes, the fear shows up as a fear of visibility. Other times, its a fear of success, of expansion, of earning more.

But at the core, its often the nervous system saying, “This feels like too much.”

And that’s where I’ve found new meaning in my work. So I’m rebuilding - intentionally. Not just my business - my entire approach.

This evolution is giving way to a new way of working.

One that’s softer. Slower. Body-led.

Sustainable.

And if you’ve been through your own season of unraveling and coming home - maybe this new version of my work with speak to something in you, too.

Thank you for being here.

I’m so grateful to be doing this with you - my little community.

With love,

Bec x