Welcome

Hi, I’m Georgia, and this feels like the start of something. Not polished or official, just the beginning.

If you’ve found your way here, maybe you’re unsettled. Maybe you’re hopeful. Maybe you don’t even know why you clicked. That’s alright. You don’t need to know yet.

The Longing That Led Me Here

I’ve wanted to be a counsellor since I was thirteen. Not because it was suggested at school. Not because it sounded nice on paper. But because I’d already been there. I knew what it was like to sit on the other side of the chair. To feel small in a world that didn’t make space for me. To speak, or sometimes not be able to. To walk out of services with things that no textbook could ever explain.

That’s what planted the seed. To do this work. To offer something different.

Walking with You, One Story at a Time

For the last six years I’ve been with young people in schools and colleges, listening to stories that feel forgotten, or too heavy to carry alone. I’ve seen how easy it is to fall through the cracks. And I’ve seen what happens when someone finally has a place to land. Even if it’s just for an hour a week.

I don’t believe in one way of healing. I don’t believe in neat frameworks where everyone fits the same shape. I believe in you bringing yourself, however that looks, and us working it out together.

Alongside them, there were the parents. Often exhausted, often carrying their own quiet heartbreak. Especially those raising neurodiverse young people, always fighting for their child to be understood. Part of my role as a support worker was to hold them too: checking in, keeping them in the loop, being someone who saw them as more than “mum” or “dad.” I learned that healing isn’t only about the person in the chair. It ripples out to families, to systems, to everyone trying to hold it together.

This practice has grown from that understanding: when one person finds space to breathe, it can shift the whole household.

Why I’m Writing Here

This blog isn’t going to be tidy essays or step-by-step advice. I don’t want that. You don’t need that.

What you’ll find here is me, writing down scraps of thought. Things that have stayed with me. Things that keep me awake. Things I’m still making sense of.

Some of these reflections will be about anxiety, or navigating change, or the invisible weight of caring for everyone else. Some might be about parenting, or neurodiversity, or what it means to sit in therapy and finally say the thing you’ve been carrying for years.

They won’t always be neat, but they’ll be honest.

If you’re reading this and something inside whispers, “maybe this is for me”, that whisper is enough.

Let’s start there.

Georgia