I'm Elizabeth. I'm 60-something, I live in Northumberland with my partner Paul, our dog Billy, and more hens than I can count, mostly because they all look similar and won't stand still for long enough. I love cooking, crafting, and finding magic in ordinary things.

I came to coaching the long way round.

I was a bright, musical child - logical, curious, and full of ideas. But somewhere along the way, life had other plans. There were marriages that should never have happened. Losses that floored me. Years where I handed my power to people who didn't deserve it, and somewhere in the middle of it all, I almost lost myself completely.

I won't dress it up - there were some very dark times indeed.

But here's the thing. I came through it.

Not perfectly. Not without scars. But I came through it with my curiosity intact, my sense of humour largely undamaged, and a very clear understanding of what it feels like to stand at a crossroads with absolutely no idea which way to turn.

I know what it's like to have your confidence stripped away and your voice silenced. I know what it's like to spend so long looking after everyone else that you forget you're allowed to have needs of your own. And I know what it takes to find your way back to yourself - because I've done it.

I trained as a coach because I wanted to sit with women in those moments - not to fix them, but to remind them of what they already know. That they are capable. That they are enough. And that it really can get better.

I'm not a therapist. I'm a woman who's been through it, come out the other side with a smile on her face and her sanity intact, and who wants to walk alongside of you while you find your way through. 

I won't pretend to have all the answers. But I'll be honest with you, I'll listen properly, and I'll never stop believing in you - even on the days that you can't manage it yourself.

If any of this feels familiar, I'd love to have a conversation.