Why Am I Here??

This is the post excerpt.

Hi There!

Well this is all new to me! My Psychologist suggested I should keep a blog… She said with everything that I’ve been through I may get support from other people in similar situations to myself. I am sceptical, however, she thinks its hilarious that I deal with things (after a ‘facade’) with ‘sunshine humour’…. sure she says that to all her patients but hey ho. Lets see if this works!

I have been trying to think of words to describe myself…. seriously.. I even did a spider graph, it just ended up being a page full of colourful doodles. I didn’t succeed, I feel, as words like crazy, mental and loopy all came to mind and with these posts being mainly about my battle with mental health I didn’t think that they were the correct words to use.  I’m a nice person who doesn’t like to offend, love and light and all that jazz. So I thought I’d write a brief few bits about what has effected my life and what I’m up to now.

I am 34 years old. I know. I act like I’m still 18. Apart from the drinking bits, can’t handle the hangovers nowadays. I still think back now, about being that age and getting in at 5am and getting up for work at 6 and actually being functional and coherent. (whether that was in my mind and not viewed that way by others I’m not sure) I mean when did I ever fit in the dreaded ‘hangover poo’?? anyway I digress…

So 34. Live in a cottage with my husband (who is sickingly absolutely fantastic) my son, who’s 12 going on 20, his current obsession is to have a vape, I don’t know if I’m happy he came home and asked me for one (disgusting, however ‘all of his friends have one’ who even are these parents?!) anyway the conversation went from vaping, to CBD oil to what classes different drugs fall into. I did some A class parenting and showed him some pictures of junkies. Probably not the best way to handle that situation but he walked off saying ‘no’ he was ‘never EVER doing drugs EVER!!’ I had a small ‘Nailed it’ moment and considered the way this would be judged by others for a brief moment…. fuck it I thought. I live with my 3 dogs, 2 guinea pigs and tortoise. I currently am hand rearing 3 rescue puppies which equates into not much sleep. I genuinely look like a character from the walking dead crossed with a very fluffy hamster. I run a boarding and rescue centre for dogs with my mother in law. I look after my friends 3yr old little girl 2 days a week. I am a reiki practitioner. I’m studying to be a dog behaviorist (although no study has been done in the last few months. awful i am) and a dog groomer. and I’m currently registering the rescue as ‘charity registered’ which is all-consuming for some crazy reason, todays not a ‘good’ day for me, I started reading the legalities for the commission and it went one ear and out the other so that went in the fuck it pile and I went to bed. So that’s where life is at the moment. I’ll post more details about the above at another time.

So this is where we get down to the nitty gritty.  The past. Before I start if the word ‘muslim’ offends you, you are a douche and I’m sorry, you don’t need to read anymore, however what I say is relevant to what has happened to me and still controls my life to a certain degree now.

When I was 16 and started college I met a muslim boy and fell head over heels in love (definitely not love but I thought it was at the time, his friends called him ‘Romeo’ ffs, should of known better them) he consumed and controlled my life with varying degrees of violence and mental abuse for 11 years. When his parents found out he was with me the sent him to Pakistan and got him married, he was 16 years old. (This was a whole other shit storm which I’ll write about later) We had my son together when I was 21. We had 3 houses that we rented out. My plan was to retire when I was 45. it was ‘the dream’ if you like. Well he shit on that and walked away smelling of roses. I was left virtually bankrupt with a 4 year old and no roof over my head (Que the violins here) Luckily my mum is amazing and took us into her house like the awesome trooper she is (HURRAH!) Now because I am wonderful (!) I allowed him access to my son and he sees him regularly as clockwork, so I can’t actually fault his parenting….. Well yes I could he’s a complete c**t (nasty word reserved for special occasions that one) So there you go! my troubles in one paragraph!

Obviously there is a lot more going on in the above to cause the issues I have but I will snippet that out in the future, obviously if there is anything you would like to hear more about then let me know and I would prioritise that way. I don’t want to sit and raise every demon straight away, reader you would be miserable as sin and so would I.

I suffered bouts of depression after he had left on and off for years. Then December ’16 shit officially hit the fan. I was having nightmares about things that had happened that I had never dealt with and had compartmentalised in my brain, its like my brains letting things leak out now, ‘hey deal with this tonight bitch!’ this involves full on panic attacks in my sleep, when I am out they can happen (great story of how I made a complete cock womble of myself at a wedding on the weekend) my anxiety is through the roof, I’m exhausted all the time, i don’t want to see people, I can’t work currently. It’s certainly a pickle. I was diagnosed with a nervous breakdown… sorry ’emotional breakdown’ I think is the correct term, a cocktail of drugs (In a non party way haha) and PTSD.

That in short-ish is what I am dealing with. I hope by writing about this I can voice myself and be heard and maybe even offer support and be supported, we all know typing on a keyboard is a million times easier than talking to someones face.

Love and Light





Loosing our rescue boy. A poem for Archie.

Think we will all miss Archibald sneaking away with our toast and his little head resting on our knees… wrote a poem on behalf of all of us at the kennels ❤️
People ask us why we rescue,

Sometimes we wonder why we do,

Then comes along a dog like Archie,

Who made our souls feel blue
Archie quivered in his kennel, 

He was so consumed with fear,

‘Tell us what’s your story Arch?

Why won’t you just come near?’
‘I like the other dogs’ he said

‘I really like to play!’

‘But if you are a person

I just wish you’d go away’
‘These 2 silly women,

By the names of sue and jess,

Would not give up on me it seems!

O I’ll put them to the test’
‘They sat inside my kennel,

They tried to bribe me with some treats,

They took me in the field to run 

And even shared their meats!’
‘I really really tried them,

I made them cry and sad,

They still kept coming back though,

I thought… guess they aren’t so bad’
‘I tried hard in the field now,

When jess wanted me to do some tricks,

Sometimes she’d sit and cry though,

I’d reward her with some licks!’
‘They opened up their garden gate,

And what a treat was that!

I would sneak out of my kennel,

Then when seen I’d just run back’
‘I made friends with Twink and Bear,

And Fred and Coco too,

I wasn’t sure on Denzil,

So I’d run out of his way’
‘I really liked my time here,

I really had some fun,

I know I drove you crazy,

But quite enjoyed my tellings off’
‘You accepted all my quirks and stuff,

You never did give up,

You laughed when most would shout now, 

And you always scratched my butt’
‘Thank you for your time,

And for your tender loving care.

I’m not due to be here any longer,

But I’m needed right up there’
‘So when I cross the bridge tonight,

Please rest and be assured,

I’m safe, relaxed and happy,

And I’m greatful I was yours’
This is why we rescue,

Why we do the things we do,

To save the souls of Archibalds,

And make their dreams come true.
Before you go to sleep tonight

Light a candle, say a prayer,

Let’s light the way for our boy Arch,

So we know he’s safely there.

Anxiety… Like A Pine Cone?

Life is so busy now for everybody, we work, we eat, we sleep, we occasionally have fun. I think that the pressure of the modern world makes more and more people suffer with depression, anxiety, ptsd, suicide etc.. We need more time to relax and actually enjoy ourselves, we do after all only have one life to live.

If you’ve suffered with depression on a serious level chances are you have at some point thought about taking your own life. You have probably picked the song that you want to fall into that blissful sleep too where all the worries in life will disappear. Myself, I’d chosen Johnny Cash’s Hurt…. I had thought about how peaceful I would be without all my worries and without my mind whirling 24 hours  a day, no more panicking about being in social situations, meeting new people, having to think about everyone else except myself (selfish I know)… Then the realisation of how fucked up this would be hit me…. knowing my luck I wouldn’t pop it before the song had finished, the music would shuffle and I’d end up dying to something like the Venga Bus… No one needs that.

If you’ve been there and are still here, you will know that the sun does shine after the dark nasty storm. It’s like you need to sail a boat through a stormy sea to see that it does pass, eventually, it’s not pleasant but you can get there. I found that after these feelings I needed something to make me hold on, when these feelings wash over, I focus on this one thing, my boy, and I think about him constantly for the whole of the period. Sometimes when things in my mind get too much, I can loose track, however, the boy is always there.

There are days when I’m shit, I’m sure you get them too, I don’t want to get out of bed and just want to sleep and cry it out. For no reason. I turn into this girl that I aren’t even sure is me, hell I’m not even sure I like her at all!! The psychologist keeps telling me it’s because I shut everything out, I don’t deal with stuff. I do however, try! I go and I talk about what they want me to talk about and I leave and feel the same as I did before. I don’t want too! I feel frustrated that after nearly 5 months of therapy I still don’t feel like I’m getting there. I’m sure my thinking like that doesn’t help me or my situation at all..  when the anxiety kicks in.

In my session yesterday I was asked to describe how the anxiety feels. I spent a lot of time sat there trying to put into words how I felt. How do you even begin to describe to someone how you feel? Especially when you aren’t sure how you feel yourself?? I was told that I need to think of an object or something that I can relate to the anxiety.

I thought of a tree, I thought a tree was a good thing to go for as it’s alive! It changes throughout the year, leaves colours changing and then falling off, but always stands resilient whatever the weather. That’s when I was interrupted and told not to describe what I want to be but what I am. So obviously at this point I am stuck with the image of the tree in my head. Gah.

Right, I decided, I am a tree with pine cones, my anxiety, and yours too, potentially is a pine cone.

We are the tree, we grow and we change throughout the year. Situations occur, change our paths and potentially lead to us having the dreaded anxiety. This anxiety forms as the pine cone on the tree. The worse it gets the bigger the cone grows before it gets too much for us to handle and then it falls. When it’s landed it takes on our worries and stresses and changes with how we feel. We wake up feeling confident, so the cone opens up, like the sun is shining on it, we attend a new situation, feel nervous, so it starts to close, then when we are overwhelmed it shuts up tight. Until we are back in the safety net of our lives. Then it goes further! I think we do subconsciously, or even consciously know that how we feel affects the people around us. People who we know care, but we push away. When the cone opens up it spreads its seeds, like us un intentionally spreading worry among our loved ones.

This little thing from my session made me feel like I’d found a little secret of how to describe how the anxiety feels. I thought I’d share it with you 🙂

Love and Light





A Moon Who Lost Her Tide.

Growing up I was a bit of an odd ball, an Edd the Duck more than a Gordon the Gopher. Never had much confidence and never really fit in, more so at primary school then at secondary. I can remember never having anyone to play with in the playground and doing anything anybody would ask me, just in hope that they might like me. I hated primary school and was so excited to move to secondary school. I can remember actually being happy on my 1st day, I’m sure most kids never feel like that haha! Secondary School was good! I had the most wonderful group of friends when I was there, had loads of fun and mischief.

My group was close and consisted of people in the year below and year above me. We were heavily into Indie music and Art. I can remember reading an article a few months back saying that as humans we are most influenced by the music we hear between the ages of 13 and 16, I truly believe that. My mom was always into great music, Queen, Rolling Stones, Billy Idol, Bruce Springsteen…. Not going to lie there was some rough choices in there…. Michael Bolton and U2 are the first 2 I think of, but well we all make mistakes and I guess the dull sounds of Bono making your ears bleed are comforting to some. Now I feel guilty. Rattle and Hum was a great album.. just please don’t tell anyone I know. Music continues to play a huge part of my life.

The group I had were insane. I was so blessed to have them through that key part of my youth. The nights we had in the music hall playing instruments, the trips we took with band, which allowed me to go abroad for the 1st time in my life, the nights in the civic hall listening to the up and coming Indie bands (Cast, Kula Shaker, Pulp) were the most memorable fun times of my life. Ever. I wasn’t confident but I was o so very happy, when I look back at photos from that time I see myself, and to me, I look like a totally different person, my eyes twinkle and my smile isn’t forced from the depth of my soul.

I firmly believe that confidence is a born with trait. My mum isn’t an overly confident person and neither am I. I don’t believe dislike for yourself is an innate behaviour though, I believe that’s firmly learnt. I’ve never felt popular or pretty or particularly special… average… thats the way I felt.

When I went to college I met my Ex partner. I was besotted. so besotted. He knew the right things to say, he really did, so much so I surrendered myself fully to him for the next 11 years. In that time I was emotionally and physically abused and it’s only when I look back now I realise he must have saw me coming a mile off. Maybe 5000 miles off, who knows. He spent all my money, inheritance from my family, never allowed me to have a car, I had to leave for work at 530 in the morning to walk to his moms to drop off my son then walk the 8 miles to the train station to get the train to work. I did this again in reverse on the way home. I was getting in at 8pm, bathing and feeding my son, having tea and going to bed to re start this again the next day.  He’d rock up at 1am and expect me to cook his tea and shout if the house wasn’t clean enough for his standard. I was exhausted. I found steroid needles in his drawer, he convinced me I imagined it, I found a ring box wrapped in christmas paper, again, I totally imagined it, He took my son out to a theme park, he’d never done this before, again, my son, who was 3 came home and said he’d been out with ‘daddy and the nice lady’ and you’ve guessed it, I never heard that and was making it up. sigh. what a fool I was. He went on shopping trips, when we had no money, and come back with designer bags full of clothes, He’d locked me in the boot of his car because I’d got upset my son cried because he was sick, he drove me 15 miles from home, regularly, in my pyjamas and made me walk home in the middle of the night….. it goes on and on and onnnnnnn…….

When the relationship finally came to an end, I had a ‘feeling’ something was going on, he kept not coming home, women’s intuition I think, I knew he was staying at one of our other houses. So I put my son in the car at 2am, like a complete raving looney, and drove there and sure enough there were 2 cars on the drive. I rang his phone and could hear it ringing in the house. I drove home. I’d had enough, yet it still took me a long time to escape.

The next day when I saw him and he ignored me again, I asked about it, said ‘I saw your car there’ He actually tried to convince me that I had dreamt it!!! Couldn’t quite believe it.

Theres more to that story but I don’t want to bore you with it. Long story short he left, eventually after a truly horrific last few months.

During this time, when I look back now, I realise how much of myself had been destroyed through this relationship, I was a shell, empty, exhausted. I had no friends I was like a moon who couldn’t be bothered to change the tides. He had destroyed my friendships, every single one of them. I had my Mum and my Nan, that was it.

He’d systematically persuaded me that all the people I had grown up with were awful people. He’d left me with no faith or confidence in my self at all. Destroyed my soul, I’d never felt so awful in my life when I finally opened my eyes and realised what he had actually done.

I spiralled. I went out with friends from work, I went to Dublin just to escape it all for a weekend, I went to more concerts. I thought I was starting to live again, when in fact all I was trying to do was shut off and compartmentalise everything that happened. I shut my son off as I was so ashamed of what he had witnessed. It took me a long time to gather myself and return to being the fabulous mummy that I am. Boom! Hehe.

Unfortunately now all the evil has seeped back out of my brain, bit like the film ‘The Blob’ and I am in the middle of a truly horrific time. It’s difficult to explain to people now, nearly 10 years later, I can’t function properly, I can’t think straight, I panic, I worry, ridiculously worry…. but its nothing that has happened now, it’s my brain opening up and trying to cope with this overwhelming hurt in my sub conscious. The scary thing is, these compartments open when I’m sleeping and the nightmares are horrific, and surprising as these things are things that I’ve forgotten had happened. What freaks me out the most though? I’m balling and screaming like they have just happened. It’s bizarre. And shit!

I retrieved an old friend from school, you’ll be pleased to know and she is my rock. She never judges me and is always there, I feel sometimes she despairs but she has never left my side. While my confidence is horrific she constantly dis allows me to put myself down. Herself, her amazing husband and children are coming for lunch tomorrow and you know, it makes me happy that she was the person that I picked up hahaha! I don’t think any of my other friendships will ever be restored to the level that ours has, I’m too scared to let people in.  Petrified of letting people in. When I met up with another friend with her, the friend said ‘I hated you at school, you were talented and beautiful and everyone  loved you’ My jaw dropped. I was so surprised that I may have been perceived that way to another human, I didn’t know how to react at all. So I chose not to be involved with her, as I didn’t want to feel like I was that person, and I was worried I would let her down when she realised just how shit I really am! Anyway, my friend, I’m blessed to have her, she may think I’m a nut job, hell she is probably correct, but her love is unconditional and for that I’m thankful.

I guess what I’m trying to say to you, if these things have happened, or if they are happening please, please reach out. You can do this. You are worth the stars to someone you really are, and it’s really not the person that’s making you feel small. I wouldn’t have survived without my Mum, Nan and my Son. Even now, fighting what I am fighting, I just don’t want anybody in the world going through this. Theres help. Once you have told one person, that weight will lift it truly will. Be inspired. Be strong and love yourself. you so deserve more. You definitely don’t deserve to be fighting a battle 10 years from now like I am. I hate myself for not reaching out earlier. We all have only one life and I’ve wasted a lot of my 34 years in an emotional mess. Don’ t be me.

Love and Light


Reiki Journey

Hello There 🙂

Well today is one of those shitty days! Got up and have no go in me at all. Awful feeling. So I’ve managed to do 2 loads of washing and hung it out, walked the dogs, sorted the puppies and changed the bed. Thrilling hey!!

Time consuming cutiepies 🙂

Amazing aren’t they. Had them since the night they were born as Mummy had been over bred and couldn’t look after them. So sad.

The Reiki journey continues!

The night I got home from my last session, after meeting the glowing lady, my mind was already in overdrive. I was trying to figure out where I could make a Reiki treatment room, how it would look, and then the bit that confused me… could I make money?? Did I even want to make money?? I was aware that Reiki wouldn’t work if the intention to heal isn’t from your soul, as such. If you wanted to go and do the course and then just lay your hands on people, without the correct intention the Reiki wouldn’t work. Quite rightly so!! I knew my intention was to help people and I knew I really didn’t mind about making money. My main concern was that it would be taking me away from job with the dogs. So I decided that the best plan was to book in sessions at lunch and evenings. I then decided that instead of being paid myself for a session I would do a treatment for a donation to the rescue animals. Bingo!

Now isn’t the above a perfect example of anxiety???? I had already got all of that planned  out and I hadn’t even attended the 1st part of the course!! It is an uncontrollable emotion that I was hoping the Reiki principals would help me with. That and deep breathing. When the anxiety kicks in and the throat and chest start to close I always try and slow my breathing and heart rate down. Its a bit embarrassing in public places, I don’t know about you, busy places set me right off and busy places where I don’t know anybody send me into over drive. I can shut off and breathe innnnnnnn and breathe ouuuuuuuut…. sometimes that helps, sometimes I have to run away. I am humiliated when I run. I can look forward to an event for so so long and then on the day I either can’t go, or, I get there and have to leg it after an hour. Things I definitely need to work on I feel.

Digressing again sorry about that!

On the day of the Reiki course I had all of the above symptoms and more. I felt better I had met my teacher, I felt better that my cousin and her friend were coming with me too. I think that’s a big deal. Having someone you know with you. I don’t think you necessarily  even need to tell them that you aren’t shitting rainbows most days, just having someone with you can make you feel better and make you feel stronger. Stronger is good. Surround yourself with people who make you feel that way and discard the ones that don’t!

So we rock up, late, one of my worst worries being late so the anxiety had built and built on the drive over. Walked into the room. Instantly felt relaxed, even though there was strangers in the room. This had me intrigued, how could a room feel like this? (I found out later on that Deb works exceptionally hard to keep the shop protected and it works a treat!)

My mind was all over the place, but I felt comfortable in my skin, its rare for me to feel like that. I couldn’t work the vibe out while I sat there, I figured out later it was the energy in the room making me feel relaxed. I’d never thought about atmosphere in an energetic way before, but it makes perfect sense! Everybody vibrates, if you are in a room where everyone is feeling excited for whats to come, then all of those people’s vibrations are on a similar frequency to you, this of course will feel amazing!

The course started and for the 6 hours we were in there I was hooked. It 100% helps when you can connect with your teacher, every time mine speaks I’m open-minded and full on listening, whether its face to face or by a Facebook message, she has my absolute attention, I think thats probably respect actually now I think about it.

The meditations were beautiful. The people in the room were also amazing. when we were taken off individually for our attunenments I didn’t feel nervous, I was excited!!

When the attunement started the loveliest glow came over me, I felt like the clouds had opened and the sun was beaming down onto the bottom of neck, like the warmest water was pouring over my head in the most beautiful way and the most intense feeling of peace.

After the attunements we then got to practise on others in the room. This was massive for me, as I said I am not a touchy feely person, this was the part of the day I was most worried about! All I can say is that it was phenomenal. We could pick up on where people had pain, whether someone was emotionally hurt, whether their spirituality was as a full on believer or not. Our hands were hot, each one of us had a hand more powerful than the other. Some parts of people’s body were hot and some cold, this was picked up by hovering our hands over the body and feeling the energy. It was very interesting as some people felt cold as positive and hot as negative, and some people vice versa.

We were advised that we would now start the seven-day cleanse. I was not sure what to expect at all!! The cleanse is kind of like your body is taking in all the energy you need to do the treatments, this energy is passed through your chakras a day at a time. It’s interesting to know that everyone in the group had a really intense seven days. Sore throats, Tired, emotional… we all really felt it and all felt pretty damn rough!!

On returning home I had the most intense headache ever. One of those ones where you know that it won’t go until you’ve been to sleep. So I had another fabulous nights sleep, again thanks to the Reiki.

The next morning when I woke up I decided to get cracking with the Reiki room. I shifted millions of boxes of books out of the gym (We have a charity shop, the donations stay at ours) I burnt rubbish, sorted decent stuff for the shop, had a right good clear out I did. I scrubbed until my fingers bled, really they bled haha! I worked solidly all day long on it for 2 days. Then the fun bit started where I could start buying bits for it! I started painting and hanging things and it soon started to come together.

After our part one attunement we could only practise on family and friends so my room wasn’t to be used too much, however I felt proud of myself for the 1st time in sooooo long it was crazy. I was concerned that once I had finished the room I would go straight back down, but I didn’t, yes I had horrific days, yet I really tried to focus on the positive things, the room and the fact I had level 2 to look forward to!

Heres my room….


Until next time..

Love and Light



Does Reiki Help Depression?

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Hello there 🙂
I am a level 2 reiki practitioner who has been suffering from an emotional breakdown and PTSD. I want to share my journey into Reiki with you just incase it can possibly help others.

Where to start though??

My issues started to re surface in about October ’16. General symptoms of depression, un worthy, not good enough, spontaneous wailing, unable to get out of bed…. along with the panic attacks, Not breathing, sweating, closed up throat all the ‘normal’ symptoms associated with these problems.

One day at work I was chatting with a lady called Caroline (whose name I can’t say without singing the song haha) Caroline is an animal reiki practitioner she helps our rescue dogs who are anxious or stressed in the kennels, she also does a lot of work with oils too which is super interesting. Anyway, she said to me ‘Well what on earth is going on with you??’ I was shocked as I hadn’t shared any of my problems with anybody. confused Ianswered with the classic reply ‘I’m fine’ to which she took my hand and said ‘Let me do some reiki on you’ So at break time I sat in the kitchen and she laid her hands on me whilst I meditated…. I felt nothing in all honesty. How disappointed was I??? She sat down with me and explained that the body has 7 chakras and that one chakra out of line can make a huge difference to how we feel. She explained about the electro magnetic field in and around the body and how reiki works within this energy to ‘sort you out’  I was further intrigued when she continued to tell me that all of my chakras were super blocked up and that’s why I, and herself couldn’t pick up anything. I left a bit disappointed, especially after I see every single day what a difference she makes to the dogs when she been.

Fast forward a couple of months. I had got to the point where I was at the lowest I have ever been in my life. Feeling totally helpless as I had tried everything I could think of, Meditation, hypnotherapy, CBT, therapy… name it I had tried it… I went away with my ‘dog’ friends (friends who specifically are involved for the dogs, them friends you can just talk about dogs too without them rolling their eyes haha) We went to Cricceth in Wales. Stayed in the most phenomenal house, walked our legs off, had lovely drinks and food, so many laughs. then on the night before our last day, I hit the wall, I mean really hit the wall. I was sat at the table with the 10 others. I wanted to cry. I mean seriously cry, bawling like a waterfall balling. So I went outside for some air. All of the pent-up emotion and pain leaked out of me. So I went to bed. Then I climbed out of the bedroom window onto the scaffolding next door. I hung there by one hand (I’m actually petrified of heights too) I felt like no one would miss me, no one loved me, my husband and son would be fine without having to put up with me fighting this battle. I genuinely believed that everything should end right there and then. So I hung there balling. What saved me? The neighbours returning home. The overwhelming thought of having to speak to a stranger scared me more than taking my life at that point. I climbed back in the window and lay on the bed and cried more. I got up in the morning and rang my bestie, she was mortified with me, super supportive, yet heartbroken and hilarious (DIE??? you’d never eat another roast potato. Or feel the grass between your toes!!) I couldn’t face that day. While everyone was out I had a really long bath and I drove myself home. On that drive home the Reiki popped back into my mind and I decided that when I got home I was going to look into finding a practitioner I connected with that I didn’t know.

Coincidentally, after I’d arrived home, cried to the husband and got myself together, I went onto Facebook the 1st post there was from a local holistic therapists offering Reiki level 1 attunement. I thought ok. Lets book a session and if I like it, I book the course whilst I’m there. I called up and spoke to the lady on the phone, who was crazy funny, she instantly made me feel at ease she said she didn’t want to put any pressure on me but to nip over whenever I was ready. The next day I drove over there. Parked my car around a back street nowhere near the shop, but buy a corner shop. I sat in the car building up the courage to get out and go. Whilst sat there what I can only describe as the most wonderful person walked over, I swear she was glowing. She beamed at me and  she said ‘my names Deb I’m a psychic’ She gathered me up in a huge hug and said ‘you’re all over the place lets sort you out’ I am not a touchy person at all, however her touch was the best feeling in the world.

We went inside, her shop has the most amazing atmosphere, you instantly fetl safe and protected in there. I still like to nip in now when I’m by her shop, just to chill out for 5.

We went for a 30 minute treatment. I lay there feeling sceptical for the whole treatment. This is where I turned the corner with the Reiki. After the session. She sat me down and asked how I found it. I replied ‘yeah great’ and she just frowned at me… Then she started talking….

‘I think you’re amazing. You were once spiritual but now you aren’t, you aren’t sure what you believe anymore. There’s pressure at home but not with a partner. You’re world was rocked a long time ago and you’re not healed, nowhere near. The situations have never been dealt with. Your family love you and support you, they are worried about you. The angels are trying to get you to listen to them and they want to guide you. You have a definite connection with the divine. A total gift for healing. However instead of thinking this is bullshit, I know you do, embrace it and love it for what it is’

My mouth dropped open. She couldn’t have been more accurate. I booked another session and the course.

The next session was bizarre. I was asleep but awake during the treatment, that’s the only way I can describe it. I felt pulsing through her touch, heat that was spreading all over my body. it was heavenly.I saw pulsing different colours as she held her hands on me, different colours for each chakra too. I left feeling so relaxed, more relaxed than I had in years.  My tension headache that i constantly have had vanished and my muscles didn’t feel as pent-up and tight as they usually do. I had the best nights sleep ever that night. When i woke up the next day i thought

‘That helped me, it eased my crazy thoughts. It made me feel relaxed, I slept well. I want to do this for other people, I want to make people feel this relaxed and lovely!’

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That was the turning point for me. I feel like Reiki absolutley helps with depression and anxiety. The above quote shows the Reiki principals, as soon as I read them I knew this was for me. Especially more so when I started treating people!

Reiki is awesome.

Thats all for now


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