Here I am

I co-founded The Yellow Room in St Kilda, Melbourne with my fiancé, Benjamin in 2012.

Offering Reiki, Crystal and Vibrational healing, Meditation classes, Mentoring and Self-Discovery sessions, my passion for self-healing led me to teaching students to become Reiki healers. This work awakened a quietly growing desire to help individuals find their wholeness and integrity through healing, development classes and mentoring.

But my journey to the woman I am today started in a very different place. Sexually abused from the age of three by a stepfather who drugged, manipulated and controlled me, I wasn’t offered a promising start to life.

By the age of 12, my stepfather’s daily abuse had escalated to rape, and I had become disillusioned at the life I was part of, trying to understand why I was birthed into this family. With little refuge to be found in an emotionally cruel and physically abusive, alcoholic mother, I felt alone and ashamed, with no one to turn to.

But emerging ever so silently within me was an iron clad will to thrive. A desire to be the creator of my own destiny and to find my own voice in this midst of the madness I was born into. So at the age of 16 I told my stepfather that he could no longer touch my body. It took every ounce of my courage to make that declaration, but I knew that I meant it. And after some time, I realised if I were to look towards thriving in my life that I couldn’t continue to live with him. That period marked the beginning of what has become my beautifully messy and passionately curious life.

I look back on that time in my life now and I’m struck by the determination I had at such a tender age. But my conviction to not be defined by the things that had happened to me was tangible. I knew that I could choose a very different path to the one I had been born into. And I was determined to do it.

So like a warrior going to into battle, I consciously stared down the experiences of my past, not denying any of it. With the help of a counsellor, I cried, grieved and thrashed out my pain for the little girl I had been. I journaled to my wounded, fearful and vulnerable self. And I learned how to “nurture” my needs, and to honour myself with compassion and understanding.