Well, here we are. A new website, a fresh start, and absolutely no guarantee that I know what I’m doing. Sounds about right.

Life rarely follows the script we’ve written for it. Sometimes it’s a beautiful little adventure. Sometimes it’s like trying to assemble IKEA furniture without instructions, whilst three children need you and your brain has opened seventeen tabs at once.

I’m a mum, a partner, an overthinker in recovery, and a woman who’s learning that not everything needs fixing, explaining or carrying on her shoulders.

Here you’ll find real stories about motherhood, anxiety, trauma, healing, spirituality, family, relationships and all the wonderfully messy bits in between. Some serious, some funny, some probably fuelled by too many cups of coffee and the need to get something off my chest.

I’m not here to sell you a perfect life. Mine hasn’t come with a user manual, and frankly, the customer service has been questionable to non existent.

I’m here to write about life as it is — the things we survive, the things we learn, the things we laugh about and the things we’re still trying to make sense of.

So, pull up a chair. Have a read. Stay a while.

Welcome to Anxious Parenthood.

A woman standing in smoke against a dark background , photographed in March 2026.
March 2026: deep in trauma, running on survival mode, and apparently auditioning to be the final boss of my own healing journey.
The plot was shit. The character survived.