People often ask me when I became spiritual or when I first realised I had these gifts.

The truth is, I don't think I suddenly became spiritual.

I think life slowly stripped away everything that stopped me hearing what had always been there.

When I was younger, I didn't think of myself as intuitive or gifted. I certainly didn't imagine I'd one day be sitting with women, helping them navigate grief, trauma, relationships, self-worth and the journey back to themselves.

I was simply living my life.

Like many people, it was a life that held both beautiful memories and incredibly painful ones.

I grew up with two brothers, spent summers at the beach, played basketball at a high level and was fortunate to have friendships that I lasted longer than I thought they would, or even to be honest should. Looking back, there was so much joy woven throughout my childhood.

There was also another side.

One that many people didn't see.

I experienced sexual abuse over a number of years. I was raped. My father was diagnosed with a mental illness, and for a long time it felt like I lost him too. Through all of that, my mum became my safe place. She was the person who helped me believe that no matter what life brought, I would somehow find my way through it.

Then, in my early twenties, she died unexpectedly.

If you've ever lost someone who felt like home, you'll know there are moments in life that divide everything into before and after.

That was one of mine.

Until then, I don't think I had spent much time wondering what happened after we died or whether there was something beyond what we could see. But grief has a way of asking questions you've never thought to ask before.

It was during that time that I found my first oracle deck, Healing with the Angels.

I smile when I think about it now because I had no idea what I was doing. I wasn't trying to become a psychic or develop my intuition. I was simply a daughter who missed her mum.

Whenever I felt overwhelmed or wished I could ask her advice, I'd shuffle the cards and wait.

Without fail, the message I needed would find me.

Looking back now, I don't think those cards gave me my connection.

They gave me permission to trust it.

That small act of opening a deck each time I needed guidance quietly changed the direction of my life.

As the years passed, I found myself drawn further into understanding energy, intuition and healing. Not because I wanted to escape my pain, but because I wanted to understand it.

I wanted to understand why we carry certain patterns. Why some experiences stay with us for decades.

Why we repeat the same relationships, abandon ourselves, silence our truth or keep searching outside ourselves for something we've never stopped carrying within. My own healing became my greatest teacher.

Not because it was quick. Quite the opposite.

It asked me to look honestly at myself. To stop blaming life for everything that had happened and begin asking different questions.

What is this experience trying to teach me?

What part of me still believes this story?

What would change if I no longer abandoned myself?

Those questions changed my life far more than any modality ever did.

Along the way I did a little study, I trained in Ascension Reiki level 1 & 2, developed my intuitive, psychic & mediumship gifts, immersed myself in energy work and spiritual development, and spent years refining the way I work with women.

Every teacher gave me something valuable. Every course expanded my understanding. But the greatest education I've ever received has been living my own life. Because no certificate can teach you the compassion that comes from sitting in your own grief. No qualification can teach you the humility that comes from rebuilding yourself after life has fallen apart.

And no training can replace the wisdom that grows when you choose, over and over again, to come home to yourself.

Today, I don't believe my role is to heal women. I believe every woman already carries an extraordinary capacity to heal.

Sometimes she simply forgets.

My role has always been to walk beside her while she remembers. To create a space where she feels safe enough to see herself clearly. To be able to gently uncover the stories, patterns and survival strategies that once protected her but no longer need to lead her life.

Because I know what it's like to live from survival. And more importantly I know what becomes possible when you no longer do.

I didn't arrive here because life was easy. I arrived here because I chose, again and again, to keep returning to myself.

That journey has become my life's work.

Today, I help women remember who the f**k they are.. not by becoming someone new, but by reconnecting with the woman who has been there all along.

Because I've learned something I wish I'd known years ago.

Healing isn't about becoming someone else.

It's about remembering who you were before the world convinced you to forget.

With love,
Kira Marie xx