My grief didn’t begin in the comfort of home. It began in a foreign country — in Spain — where I lost my husband Roy far from everything familiar. Far from my family. Far from support. Far from the life I knew.

One moment I was a wife. A partner. Building dreams beside the man I loved.
The next… I was a widow. Alone. In shock.
In a country not my own. Making decisions I never thought I’d have to make.

I came back to the UK not to start over — but to survive.
And I did what many women do: I functioned. I paid the bills. I kept my mask on.

To the outside world, I was “strong.”
But inside… I was crumbling.

I didn’t know who I was anymore without him.
I didn’t know how to let joy in without feeling guilty.
And I didn’t know if the woman I used to be — the one who laughed loudly and dreamed big — would ever return.

But slowly… gently… something shifted.

I started walking through grief not as something to escape, but as a path to becoming.

I leaned into ritual, tapping, healing retreats, coaching, nature, breath, spiritual work, and the quiet truth rising inside me:

Grief cracked me open, but it did not destroy me.

It initiated me.

Today, I am not just surviving.
I am living — deeply, soulfully, and with purpose. And I help other widowed women do the same.

I created the S.O.U.L. Framework not as a checklist… but as a gentle, sacred roadmap for women like us — who are tired of pretending we’re fine and ready to come home to ourselves.

This masterclass is not about fixing you.
It’s a place to be seen. To exhale.
And to begin, softly, to become unshattered.

You are not broken.
You are becoming.
And I’ll walk beside you as you do.

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