18/09/2026
How did I start speaking to spirit?
If I’m honest, I think I’ve always sensed people who had passed, even as a kid. I just ignored it. I’d see or feel things and think nothing of it because I had no idea what was actually happening.
Then my sister passed away in 2008.
We’d always joked that whoever died first would come back and haunt the other. Well… she bloody did! 😂 Taps turning on, doors opening, lights flickering, just constant little things. I watched way too many horror films back then, so while I wasn't scared of death, I was definitely thinking, “What on earth is going on in my house?”
Eventually, I just told her to stop. And she did.
Things went quiet for a few years until 2015, when an ex passed away and it all kicked off again. This time, it was the kettle. Every single morning, it would switch itself on. Back when we were together, making the morning tea was my exact routine when I stayed over, so it felt ridiculously personal. It forced me to stop and think: Okay, maybe there really is something beyond what we can see.
I started visiting spiritualist churches, but I was still struggling with addiction at the time. I just wasn't in a place where I could fully commit to it.
Then came 2018, and I hit absolute rock bottom.
I needed emergency heart surgery. I’d struggled with suicidal thoughts for most of my life, always feeling like an outsider who didn't fit in, so lying there before the operation, I wasn't afraid to die. But I remember saying to the universe:
“I’m ready to go. But if I stay, I need to wake up with a purpose.”
I made it through. And from that day on, I couldn’t ignore this side of myself anymore.
I set about rebuilding my health, my life, and my spiritual connection. I went back to spiritualist churches, joined private development circles, and really did the work. I learned, I practised, I made mistakes, I doubted myself, and slowly, I built up the confidence to start offering one-to-one readings.
Now? Mediumship has given my life a level of meaning I never saw coming. I used to wonder where I belonged in this world; now I connect with the other side daily.
I don't see death as something to fear. Our physical bodies have an expiry date, but the love and connection we share with people doesn't just evaporate when they leave. I know that when my time comes, I’ll return home. But right now, I’m right here.
If I can use what I've learned to bring even a bit of comfort to someone who's grieving, to show them their loved ones are still near, still loving them, and still remembered, then that’s exactly what I'm meant to be doing.
I never could have imagined this is where my path would lead. But I’m so glad it did. ❤️
