From lost to found.

Learning to be in life, infused with
a new field of awareness.  

Unearthing me

There was a time when I believed life was happening to me — that fulfilment lived in people, places, and things.
On the outside, I was thriving: co-running a successful design agency, busy, driven, achieving.
But beneath it all, I was quietly unravelling.

I was highly functioning, but I was using anything I could to escape what I hadn’t yet faced — overworking, drinking, drugs, parties.
The saying “burning the candle at both ends” wasn’t a metaphor — it was how I lived.

I became an expert at making others comfortable — often at my own expense.
Fawning became second nature. I kept the peace, avoided conflict, and shape-shifted to stay safe.
I betrayed myself by keeping the people-pleasing I’d learned as a child alive — without even realising it.

It looked like care, generosity, strength.
But underneath, it was fear — the kind that says: don’t be too much, don’t need too much, don’t take up space.
And over time, I lost sight of where I ended and others began.

It was messy. Uncomfortable.
But when I stopped chasing closure, stopped blaming myself for the ways others had treated me — I began to see more clearly.
To see myself in a new light.
To be more honest.
About my needs.
About my truth.

And then came the whisper.
“Enough, Sarah. There is another way.”

I listened. I followed. And slowly, I began to unearth myself.

With the guidance of skilled teachers and deep inner work, I came to see I wasn’t broken — I was carrying pain I hadn’t been taught how to hold.
I realised I had a choice: to keep surviving, or to finally begin living.

This is the work that changed and continues to change — everything.

And it’s the path I now walk others through.

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