Two years after losing my dad, a personal note about grief, butterflies, finding my voice and the little signs that still make me stop.

That very convincing voice that always has a reason to wait, overthink or not do the thing yet.

For the woman who can cope, usually does cope, but is tired of everything feeling harder than it needs to.

What happens when you understand the pattern perfectly but still find yourself doing the same thing again.

When thinking, planning and trying to get it right starts replacing actually doing the thing you really want to do.

The 2am overthinking, self-doubt and fear that sat underneath a life that looked completely fine from the outside.

For the woman who is brilliant at coping, holding everything together and wondering why her brain still won’t switch off.

The moment I realised my daughter was learning from how I treated myself, not just from what I told her.