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Safe to feel again Thankyou for being curious enough to have a look at my page. No joy.

I've worked in the wellbeing/social work/mental health field in all modalities for over 20 years. I worked predominantly in secondary colleges with challenging adolescents and also primary schools as the wellbeing worker. I have also worked as the youth counsellor at headspace, and in Adult Mental Health as a Mental Health Worker. In amongst all of that, I suffered a severe and prolonged traumatic event that had me believing my life would not be worth living again. The challenges I endured were debilitating. I thought my life would forever be in a state of survival. No future to look forward to. That is, until I learnt to listen to my body. To get out of my head and connect back to the body. To face my fear! The therapy I am certified in has literally changed the way my nervous system responds. I no longer sit in hypervigilance (which I thought was my “new” normal baseline). This form of therapy is specifically designed to support and help heal your body, that can operate differently after trauma. Once your body and soul knows it's healing, it craves more. If you had asked me if I was going to launch my own business, I would have said no way! But when I realised that while studying this therapy, I was actually healing myself. Once I knew how good and healing this was, I had to share with the world! Having this professional background and personal experience has supported me to become a compassionate, caring trauma-informed therapist using guidance and grace while connecting and holding a session with you. Something (or someone) led you to click on my profile, so let’s schedule a free phone call so I can hear your story and answer any questions you may have.

11/10/2026

💛 MY BIRTHDAY MONTH. MY RECOVERY. MY REALITY.
As October is my birthday month and will be turning 55 on Tuesday, I've been reflecting on just how much my life has changed since 2019. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally and in ways I couldn't have imagined back then.
I want to share something about my recovery from trauma. I moved through another layer and now the next one presented itself. Not the version where you wake up one day and suddenly everything makes sense.

The next layer.

In 2018/19, my body endured more than I could ever have imagined. 11 life-saving surgeries in a 3 week period while in my coma. I endured delusions, muscle atrophy, confusion, fear, numbness etc. I also stopped getting my period. One morning, while my doctors were doing their rounds, I asked whether it could be due to the medications I was taking, including ketamine. My doctor explained that the most likely reason was the trauma my body had endured and how undernourished I was.

……………………………………Silence. My mind had nothing to say. I was in shock. No, I'm not malnourished. I'm healthy! That was the delusion I was living in. Then it hit me. My body. Oh, my poor body.

I looked down at my torso in that hospital gown, and a massive wave of sadness and hurt washed over me. The guilt. I'm so sorry for what I've put you through. Those were the words I kept saying to my body, which was doing absolutely everything it could to keep me alive. And my goodness, she did an amazing job! While in my coma, my surgeon prepared my family to say goodbye. Twice. My body was shutting down

I'd never really stopped to appreciate just how dedicated my body was with fighting for my life. I began thinking about how every living organism is simply trying to survive. Even Candida, which many of us carry in our bodies without knowing it, is just an organism doing what it does. In my own way, I started to understand that my body had been fighting just as hard to keep me alive. It deserved compassion, not criticism.

Yep. Just because it burned my lungs when I’d breathe, or how I’d grimace in pain before every inhale, or my head felt like it weighed as much as a bowling ball and my mind was full of cotton, that wasn't going to stop me. I couldn't even lift the frying pan without fear of dropping it.

I'd just get up, get going and soldier on.

Never mind that I needed to live with Mum after being discharged because I couldn't stand on one leg without falling over. Never mind that I couldn't wash my own hair. Never mind that wide-open spaces frightened me and crowds could send me into a panic. And never mind that I couldn't remember what I'd done the day before.
Nope! I was going to get my old life back. The life where I had it together, loved my work and just got on with things.

I genuinely believed I could be back to normal in six months.
Trust me. I'd sort it out!

💛 THE DESPERATION TO GET BACK

The version where you develop tunnel vision and convince yourself that if you just try hard enough, you can pick up exactly where you left off. Because surely, nothing has changed… right?

It was about 2 weeks after discharge that I went to my workplace to say hello and meet with the prin as arranged. The welcome I received brought me to tears. Gosh I loved that place. I loved my work. And I wanted to be back where I belonged. The school year was coming to an end so no traffic jam of students running around. I spoke with the principle, and we set our sights on Term 2 of 2020 for my return.

Six months. That should do it! Except, did six months really just go by?

I returned to work in Term 2 of 2020, determined to pick up exactly where I'd left off. But I wasn't the same woman who had walked out of that workplace. I was battling pain, insomnia, brain fog, panic and exhaustion. I'd come home, take my shoes off, lie on the bed for a minute to waking up to the alarm, still wearing my work clothes. No dinner. Nothing. Get up, make myself presentable, grab Maccas and do it all again.

My inner voice kept telling me to toughen up, do better and stop complaining. I was terrified of letting everyone down, yet I was letting myself down every single day, but that didn't count.

And, you’d have thought by now I’d realised that if being hard on yourself worked, it'd have worked by then. There's been no one harder on me, than myself (but my Mum comes a close runner-up)

I was also terrified of losing the job I loved. I was taking more sick days than I was entitled to. Failure wasn’t allowed. It just can’t. My Prin was incredibly supportive and genuinely wanted me to stay well, which somehow made it even harder to admit how much I was struggling.

I knew I wasn't managing, and deep down I knew I was failing, but I couldn't bring myself to say those words out loud. I kept hoping I could somehow push through and become the woman I'd been before. I don’t want me disrupting an amazing team supporting the students, because I reclaimed the role that was mine if/when I decided to return to work. They had a really good ‘seat warmer’, and I was welcomed so lovely from her too. I can’t fail! I’d be failing the students. Failing the school. Failing my colleagues. Failing my expectations. Failing their expectations. Failing me. Failing

As my contract was coming to an end, another opportunity opened up. A Principal at a P–12 school contacted my Prin and asked whether they could lend me to them, and after some changes were made, it worked out. I agreed to work in Corryong until the position was permanently filled. So, when the role was filled, I was asked to stay until the end of the year. I accepted. Being wanted is another fear of mine. I fear failing their expectations of me

In 2023, I stepped into a very different role supporting at-risk students to stay connected to education from a community support role. I wanted to succeed, but I was struggling with unfamiliar systems and a lack of support. The insomnia returned, my whole body hurt, and I could feel myself heading towards a place I knew too well. The following Monday morning, I handed in my four weeks' notice. It wasn't because I didn't care. I'd reached the point where my body was telling me what my mind still didn't want to hear: I couldn't keep living like this.

My (ongoing) recovery has taught me something uncomfortable but important. I had to look at what I call my victim-mentality cloak - not to blame myself for what happened, but to recognise how fear was making decisions for me. Taking it off didn't mean pretending I wasn't traumatised or forcing myself to be strong every minute of the day. It meant learning to face what frightened me, accept support when I needed it, and understand that walking away can be just as courageous as staying and fighting. Run towards the danger. Warrior pose!

There was a time in 2023 that my surgeon needed to perform a gastroscopy. This caused a panic attack of course and I reached out to John, who was my mental health therapist. He was my anchor throughout the most traumatising experience ever. So, I reached out to him. Hearing his voice helped me manage the fear of going into theatre. I didn't have to prove I could do everything alone. That was a lesson in itself. The sound of his voice brought back a sense of safety for me. I can’t use particular deodorants or hair products due to the olfactory senses being the highest with linking memory and any product during hospital I can’t use today

Here's something I can share with you now. Some stories are for later, and some stories stay with me. I had a tiny red Tazzie Devil living in my bowels. Yep, you read that right! In my mind, this little monster was ready to charge if I moved the wrong way, wreak havoc inside me and cause a slow, painful death. I'd move ever so slightly, panic, then realise nothing had happened. “Oh, he mustn't have seen me. Phew, that was close!” It sounds ridiculous now, but the fear was very real.

As I move through my birthday month, I'm reflecting on the woman who fought so hard to get her old life back that she nearly lost herself in the process. I'm not sharing this because I've got everything figured out. I'm sharing it because surviving something doesn't mean you automatically know how to live afterwards.

Sometimes the bravest thing you can do isn't to push harder. It's to stop, listen to yourself and choose a different way forward.
MY GIFT TO YOU! 🎁

October is my birthday month, and I'm opening up half-price initial Root-Cause Therapy (RCT) sessions for those ready to take a step towards healing. My usual $350 session is just $175 for those who book the appointment during the discovery call

Having walked my own challenging path through trauma and recovery, I understand how daunting it can feel to navigate a road you've never travelled before. You don't have to figure it all out alone.

I intentionally keep my client numbers low so I can give each person the time, care and positive engagement they deserve. My support doesn't end when your session does - I'm here to support you between appointments as you navigate your way forward.

If you're ready to explore what's holding you back, I'd love to hear from you.

This is just part of my story, and it's one of the reasons I care so deeply about the work I do. Because you deserve more than simply surviving. You deserve the chance to feel like you again. Jo 💛 Safe To Feel Again

(a little fun with Chat for the picture)

10/10/2026

To be happy, you have to eliminate two things; the fear of a bad future...and the memory of a bad past!

Healing doesnt change your past, it changes your future and your future self is counting on you! Jo 💛 Safe To Feel Again

18/09/2026

The Ripple Effect of “Me”

Today I came across a reel, on Facebook, where an actor referred to everyone as ‘me’ on several occasions, in his mind

This ‘me’ is making my coffee
This ‘me’ is driving me to the airport
This ‘me’ is struggling financially
This ‘me’ is asking for spare change
This ‘me’ is having a wonderful day

It sounds a little trippy, but it completely changes perspective

When I think this way, especially when someone is serving, helping, or supporting me, my frustration dissolves. Instead of, “Why is this taking so long?” I find myself thinking, “This ‘me’ just made me a coffee”. Suddenly there’s gratitude, kindness, and connection
It reminds me of ideas such as The Egg Theory and the philosophies that teach the interconnectedness to all life.

The thought that we are not as separate as we believe. If we truly saw ourselves in one another, imagine how differently we would treat each other. Perhaps the change we keep looking for in the world begins with recognising that there is no real ‘other’

It also reminds me that sometimes the biggest shifts in our lives don’t come from changing the world around us, but from changing a single thought, a single word, or the way we choose to see another person.

One small shift in perspective can create a ripple effect that changes every interaction that follows

What if everyone you meet today is simply another version of “me”?

If a simple change in perspective can turn frustration into gratitude, separation into connection, and judgement into compassion, imagine what other shifts are possible

What is one belief, word, or perspective that has completely changed the way you experience life?

For those who want to explore this more with me, send me a dm and let’s get the ripple effect going. Jo 💛 Safe to Feel Again

14/09/2026

When Being “The Centre” Didn’t Feel Safe!

As children, we are naturally egocentric. Our brains are wired to believe the world revolves around us. In a safe, nurturing environment, this builds confidence, security, and emotional regulation.

But in a home shaped by dysfunction, emotional neglect, or unmet needs, that same wiring creates something very different.
Because as a child, you can’t make sense of a parent’s pain, absence, or overwhelm. So, you make it about you.

Mum is sad - I caused it. Dad is angry - I’m the problem.

(I’m not being seen or nurtured - there must be something wrong with me).

It has to be you, because the alternative, that those responsible for loving and protecting you couldn’t, is too overwhelming for a young nervous system to hold.

So, you create meaning. You internalise beliefs. And those beliefs quietly shape your inner world. This is why trauma isn’t just about what happened to you, it’s about what you made it mean about you.

As you grow, those early beliefs don’t just disappear. They show up in how you see yourself, in your relationships, and in how safe it feels to be seen, to have needs, or to take up space. Your inner critic was born through the words of how your mother spoke to you. The way she spoke to you becomes your inner critic that you battle with everyday

So, when you try to step into something more - more confidence, more visibility, more expansion - a part of you moves forward… and another part pulls you back.

Not because you’re broken. But because a part of you learnt it wasn’t safe.

This is where so many people get stuck; not from lack of desire or capability, but from unresolved patterns rooted in their early years.
And this is the work I do.

My sessions are created with safety at the core. We move at a pace that feels right for you, with gentle guidance, support, and reassurance every step of the way. There is no forcing, no pressure; just a space where you are understood, where your story is honoured, and where we make sense of why you’re here.

Through this work, we begin to uncover the root of those beliefs. Where they started, how they were formed, and the version of you that had to carry them. From there, we don’t just “talk about it”, we begin creating a new internal pathway for you to walk forward with clarity, self-trust, and emotional safety.

Because you’ve never had a motivation or manifestation problem.
You’ve had a part of you that’s been trying to protect you all along.
We gently go to the root. We explore where these beliefs were formed and begin to understand the younger part of you who adapted in order to survive. From there, real change becomes possible. Not by forcing growth, but by creating safety within.

Send me a message so we can book your 30-minute call, where I get to hear your why; what brought you here and what you’re truly seeking. I’ll share some insights, offer you powerful nuggets from this work, and guide you through a simple exercise to help you start finding the answers within yourself.

If you’re feeling called to explore this and would like me to walk beside you as you navigate this new pathway, I promise to walk alongside you for as long as you need me. DM me so we can begin together. Jo 💛 Safe to Feel Again

14/09/2026

For Anyone Who had to Grow Up Too Fast!
In 1997, so many parents still believed physical punishment was just a normal part of discipline. For some Gen X kids, and for so many children in different homes, families, cultures, and situations, growing up meant being hit, shamed, dismissed, ignored, blamed, or left to cope alone. And too often, that was called "toughening up", not trauma

Some of us grew up with VCR's, unsupervised afternoons, Saturday morning cartoons, and things happening in the house that no one was allowed to talk about.

Cartoons in the morning. Chaos at night. Adults saying, "you're fine", "Stop crying", "don't answer back", "that didn't happen", or 'other people have it worse", "Stop being so ungrateful". "You're such an attention seeker".

And the truth is, a lot of us care carrying things we didn't even know had a name. We just thought that was life. We just thought that was childhood. We just learnt to keep going

But trauma isn't always loud. Sometimes it's the home where no one says, "I love you". No routine. No calm. No protection. No one believing you. No safe adult. No proper boundaries. No emotional support. No one teaching you how to feel, say sorry, repair, rest, trust, ask for help, or to love yourself

Lack can be trauma too. Lack of love. Lack of stability. Lack of being seen. Lack of routine. Lack of accountability from adults. Lack of a safe space to land

And now, so many of us are in our 40's, 50's, 60's..... parents, grandparents, and still quietly trying to look after the little version of us that never really got what they needed. We're starting to realise the shutdown, the people-pleasing, the anger, the anxiety, the perfectionism, the fear of conflict, the need to over-explain, the struggle to receive love, and the guilt we feel when we finally rest...they might not be personality flaws. These might be how we adapted and learnt to survive. Over-explaining is a common trait. I know because that was one of my adaptations, along with people-pleasing.

And for some of us, becoming a grandparent feels like another chance. Not a clean slate. Not a way to pretend the past didn't happen. But a chance to love softer. To listen better. To be calmer. To believe them. To be the safe place we wished we had, even while we're still grieving what we didn't know how to give before

For me, being a Nan has made me see things I can't unsee. It has shown me the kind of love, patience, softness, safety and steadiness I wished I had known how to give my own children when I was younger, overwhelmed, criticised, judged, unsupported, and still trying to survive things I didn't have the words for

I can't go back. I can't undo what I didn't know. And that grief is heavy. But I can keep choosing differently now.

We are the pattern breakers and the map-makers now...clearing away what was never ours to carry, choosing what comes with us, and trusting that the important parts stay.

Because healing isn't only the soft parts. It's also meeting the shadow side of us; the anger, the grief, the shame, the fear, the protection, the parts we pushed down because there was never room for them to be heard. And maybe the work isn't to hate those parts, but to walk towards them with more understanding than they were ever given.

Maybe this is where healing becomes something we can actually see. Not as a perfect road. More like a path we are clearing bit by bit, with every truth we face, every old belief we question, and every piece of pain we decide not to pass on

We are learning what was never ours to carry, what still belongs to our heart, and how to walk forward with enough softness, courage, and safety that the ones coming after us don't have to find their way through the dark alone

Send me a message if you see yourself in my words. We can create your own way forward together; one that helps you put down what was never yours, keep the important parts, and feel safe enough to become who you were always meant to be

I know what it feels like to move through life without someone fully in your corner; as a child, a teenager, a single mum, a wife, a daughter, and a sister. So now, if I can be that person to someone else, even in the smallest way, I will. You won't be doing this alone. I promise. Jo 💛 Safe To Feel Again.

31/08/2026

The beauty of being your own boss!

Gosh i never would have thought i would ever say those words. Im not competitive, or ambitious, money driven etc. I loved the work I did, and this is where i am happy

I had no desire to be a team leader, and move up the ladder because that took me away from where I worked best. Where my passion lied. Where I could see the work evolve in front of me. Advocating for those who couldn't. Providing a safe space for some who have never felt it. To listen to their story and believe them. To see what their world looked like. I didnt want to let that go 😔

My soul/highest self, didn't like the path I was on, so to course correct, there needed to be much bigger influences to step out of my comfort zone.

I was forced to take that first step on my new pathway, and I did it with such resistance. I wanted to claim back what was my right...I wanted to bring myself back to me! I lived, (for, 2+ years), where decisions made for me weren't from me, they were from others; my medical team and my family. Now (back then), I cut the cord, by being back into a space where I was in control of my life! Me! Just me!

And...as i am claiming my independence, day by day, hitting goals and meeting targets, the path changed. What! No! Its not happening. This is not the life i chose. I am in control!

For years I fought this. I fought it for as long as i could...until I couldn't

Taking myself out of my comfort, alone and scared, was rough. I needed rescuing but there was no one to support me, in the way I need it. Dont get me wrong, family and friends, are great and its not that i dont have the support, because I do; however, they can only give you what they have. What they think is best. What their decisions would be. How they would think, feel, want. But theirs is not yours and this is where it falls down. Even though it comes from a space of love, their love/support comes with conditions.

An example of this could be seeing a close friend/family member crying and their crying is making you feel awkward. So, you say or do something silly to try to cheer them up. You give advice thinking this is helpful. But, it's actually for us because you need them to strop crying because you dont like how its making you feel

Now, as im trying to find the best way to describe that version back then, I look at the words used to describe this moment in my life, and upon reflection can I objectively say, how brave it was to take those steps on the new path. I dont give myself enough credit with being where I am now.

I love my life. I love my job. I did this. I created it. And im finally giving myself permission to acknowledge that I did it and to thank that version that took that step to get me to where I am now. Im a lot braver than I realised. So grateful

Jo 💛 Safe To Feel Again

My office today 🥰 🌸☀️

26/08/2026

Welcome back to Your Creativity!
There comes a time in healing when something beautiful begins to happen.
You start creating again.
You make a fairy garden.
You start that mosaic you’ve been thinking about.
You plant flowers
You paint
You rearrange your home
You take up an old hobby
You make plans for the future
You find yourself playing, exploring and having fun again
And it might look like something small to someone else…
…but it isn’t small
Because when you have spent a long time in survival mode, your energy is consumed by one thing:
Surviving
When your nervous system is constantly scanning for danger, there isn’t much space left for imagination, play, creativity or dreaming about tomorrow
Survival asks, “What do I need to do to get through today?”
Creativity asks, “What could I make? What could I imagine? What would bring me joy?”
So, when creativity starts returning, celebrate it.
Because sometimes the fairy garden isn’t just a fairy garden
The mosaic isn’t just a mosaic
The garden isn’t just a garden
It can be a sigh that you’re beginning to feel safe enough to live again
You are moving beyond simply surviving
You are reconnecting with curiosity
With play
With possibility
With joy
With the parts of you that had to go quiet while you were getting through the hardest seasons
So, if you’ve started creating again…
Welcome Back!
May your home become filled with little acts of creation May your hands make beautiful things. May your imagination become louder than you fear.
And, may you discover that there is so much more to life than surviving it
For those still in survival mode, please know that this doesn’t mean you’ve failed or that you’re behind. Survival mode is often what helps you make it through. You don’t have to force yourself to create before you’re ready.
Sometimes healing begins with resting, breathing, getting through the day and offering yourself the compassion you needed all along
But when you feel ready (and it will happen), to create again, even in the smallest ways let that be enough
Maybe it’s a bowl of alfredo you made for yourself. Maybe it’s a little sculpture that looks like a child created it.
In a way, it was
It was created by that little person inside you who was left neglected, silenced or left without the safety and care they deserved for so long
What may look trivial to someone else can be deeply meaningful to you. These small acts can be evidence that a part of you is returning, reaching for joy and learning that it is allowed to take up space
And if you would like support from someone who has lived through this, I invite you to connect with me. Through the hard work of facing my own trauma, I found my way back to creativity, and I know how powerful it can be to have someone beside you who understands the journey. Send me a dm, so we can start creating. Jo 💛Safe To Feel Again

My polymer clay fairy home, my fairy garden near my chook shed, a meal I felt very proud making (and it was delish😋), choosing the paint colour for my backyard bedroom, and my backyard bedroom I spoke into existence

25/08/2026

🌿 A little update — and perhaps the beginning of something beautiful 🌿
Hi beautiful ladies 💛
Firstly, thank you so much to you all who expressed interest in our original women’s workshop. It honestly touched my heart to see how many of us are craving connection, community, friendship and a safe place to simply be ourselves.
At this stage, the Namaste Yoga component isn’t available, so rather than let this beautiful opportunity disappear, I’d love to ask you something…
Would you like to create something with me? 🌿
I’m thinking of a Saturday gathering at the space that had the biggest recommendation — Bundalong Cottage. We bring cushions on the floor, sitting in a circle, sharing food, stories, laughter, maybe tears, and simply getting to know one another.
There would be no pressure to speak or share. Just a safe, welcoming space where we can connect.
I’d love for each woman who wants to contribute to bring something small that has helped her reconnect with herself; perhaps a breathing exercise, a meditation (up to 5 minutes), a vagus nerve regulation exercise, something about feeling safe in your body, authenticity, self-worth… or simply something you wish you had known earlier in life.
I can open our gathering with a gentle grounding exercise and share a little about what I do through my business that I studied due to being diagnosed with ptsd after a traumatic and prolonged event. I found a course that brought me back to me. It was life changing for me. My business, Beyond the Trauma; in very simple terms, it’s about understanding what happens to us through trauma and life experiences, learning to feel safe within ourselves again, reconnecting with our emotions and our authentic selves, and finding our way back to living rather than simply surviving.
And perhaps most importantly, I want to create women supporting women. ❤️
I moved here knowing nobody. I’m not part of a sporting group, Pilates group or other community where friendships naturally form, and I know how difficult it can be to find your people. I also know what it feels like to disappear from community.
After my significant trauma, I was away from the community for around two years. When I returned, I desperately tried to get back to my “normal”, only to eventually realise that my old normal had disappeared when I experienced my trauma. If only I had understood that then.
For five years I pushed that boulder uphill, trying to get back to where I thought I should be, until eventually I burnt myself out.
Through healing, understanding and acceptance, I’ve come to realise that the space I’m in now is actually a beautiful one. And now, as I move through menopause and another enormous chapter of change, I’m reminded again just how much women move through in our lives.
We need each other. My vision for this isn’t another group where we compare ourselves, compete or feel like we need to have it all together. It’s about connection, compassion, authenticity, laughter, vulnerability, passion, love and belonging. A heart-led, soul-connecting circle of women. 💛
🌸 The practical bits
The hall costs $100, with a $300 deposit required. I’m happy to cover that upfront, and if you feel comfortable, there will simply be an opportunity for a cash contribution on the day to help cover the cost.
Bring something to eat; homemade or bought, it really doesn’t matter. Bring your own drinks. And if you have ideas about what you’d love this gathering to look like, please share them!
This will simply be a trial gathering. If we love what we create together, we can talk about continuing with regular women’s support circles.
And my hope is that when my beautiful friend is able to join us, she can bring her own knowledge and practices to contribute to this circle through her skills supporting with supporting our bodies, hearts and ourselves too. 🌿
So…Who here would love to create this space with me? Not something I create for you. Something we create together. If this speaks to your heart, comment YES 💛 or send me a private message. I’d really love to know who is ready to sit in the circle. 🌸
If this sounds like something you’d love to be part of, I’d also love to create a private Facebook group specifically for the Women’s Circle – a space where we can connect, share ideas and get to know each other before or after the gathering. Let me know if you would like that and I will create it and send invitations to join
Jo 💛
Beyond the Trauma

P.S I have sent the link to all that expressed an interest and currently have members on here, however, one member from BTT sent me a screen shot showing the link I sent is unavailable. If you are one of these who's link doesn't work, please dm me. If any of you women have not seen the previous posts around the EOI workshop and would like to be a part of this gathering circle, please also dm me :)

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