One day, head hanging, hunched over, I watched my tattooed eyebrows run down the shower drain and sighed. Entrepreneurship was exhausting me. Other coaches seemed to know what they were doing and I was completely lost. 

Lost and confused as each time I would open my laptop and see other coach’s wins and celebrations, switch to the next tab and see a blank Google doc, cursor blinking back at me. I felt paralysed with fear of rejection when writing content, my voice would shake as I looked for the perfect way to articulate my offers value and if I did manage to book a sales call, heaviness would fill my chest and my mind would get foggy as I’d hear them speak.

Surrendering, I mentally quit entrepreneurship and tried to will myself out of the shower to apply for jobs. My heavy body wanted none of it so I used a breath practice I’d learned from Somatic Trauma Therapy training to find the strength to turn off the taps and step over the shower threshold. 

My spine a little straighter, a thought popped up; “’If my body has been the answer to my struggles so far… What if it was now, too?”

At this point, I’d been stripped of every strand of hair on my body, lost my ex to suicide 3 weeks after breaking up, was diagnosed with Complex PTSD, and now was contemplating quitting entrepreneurship and going back to my personal prison (a job). 

Unless… my body could show me the way in business?

I’d seen the well-intentioned coaches and therapists, none of which equipped me with the ability to truly tune back into my body, and some of which made things worse by forgetting my name, sending me further spiralling into dark holes.