I'm Denise.
I found myself in my fifties newly single after twenty years, with two almost-adult sons, an elderly mother who needed more of me, a house to run, and a business to keep afloat. All on my own.
I wasn't lost. I was capable, organised, resilient. I kept everything running smoothly. But I was also slowly disappearing.
Under sadness. Under resentment. Under the particular kind of exhaustion that comes from being the one everyone turns to. Always there for my kids, my mum, my friends, my clients, my dog. Always, always, always there for everyone else.
And in the middle of all that mess, a question kept surfacing that I kept pushing back down. What do I want?
My boys were growing up. That role - Mum - that I'd built my life around for twenty years was changing. And I heard it again.
What do I want?
I had no answers. None. How do you know when you've been focused on other people for so damn long?
I knew I didn't want to keep going the way things were. But anything else felt impossible - too old, too late, too selfish, to hard, kept running round my head.
Over the last few years I've done a lot of work to understand how I got there. I've learned to see my patterns, what my body is actually telling me, and how to put myself back in the picture without blowing everything else up.
I know what it feels like to come back to yourself after years of disappearing into everyone else's needs. And I know it's possible -not by burning down the life you've built, but by opening up to the life you actually want to live.
That's the work I do with women now. Because what happened to me isn't unusual. It isn't a failure, or weakness, or falling apart. It's what happens when you've spent decades putting yourself last - and nobody ever told you that you were allowed to stop.
Or to answer that question - What do I want?
If you're asking the same questions I was — start with the quiz. Two minutes, and you'll understand exactly why those questions keep surfacing. And why you can't answer them.