2 years later 📆⏳👣

Two years ago today, I walked back into work after seven weeks away, having lost four stone.

At the time, no one saw what that actually meant: the trauma, the pressure, the systems failing quietly in the background. I didn’t yet understand what had been done to my nervous system, my health, or my life.

I barely recognise that woman now.
And that’s not a loss, it’s progress.

What hasn’t changed is why I kept going.
That smile from my little one still cuts through everything. It always has.

I didn’t survive that period just to endure it.

I survived it to build something better, for my children, and for people who are still being silenced by broken systems.

Two years on, I’m still here. 6 stone lighter.
Stronger. Clearer.

And no longer willing to disappear to make others comfortable.