I Know What It Feels Like to Be Lost.
I Also Know the Way Home.

The beginning

There was no single moment that changed everything. It began long before I was ready to see it.

I grew up in Southport in the UK, carrying a restlessness I could never quite explain. From a young age I felt different, out of place, searching for something I could not name. I was bullied. I was told in ways both spoken and unspoken that I was not enough. I absorbed that message deep into my bones and spent the better part of two decades trying to outrun it.

I travelled the world looking for the thing that would finally make me feel at home. Country after country, fresh start after fresh start. Japan was where I stayed longest. Five years. It was also where I came closest to losing everything.

I had been drinking heavily, numbing a loneliness I did not know how to face. One night I blacked out and collapsed face first into a drain in the freezing Japanese winter. I woke up the next morning to a friend turning on the light and telling me to look at myself. My face was cut and bleeding. I had no memory of what had happened.

A few months before that night I had felt a deep knowing to go home. When I arrived my mum told me my sister Claire was in hospital. She died a few hours later of liver failure. Two mirrors. My sister's life. My own face. The same wound. The same numbing. The same loneliness.

Two mirrors

That mirror showed me something I could no longer look away from.

The path inward

"My mission is to help people heal themselves so that together we can heal the world."

I asked for guidance one night in Japan, something I had never done before. That night I had a vision so clear and so specific that I have never forgotten it. Five months later I moved to Portugal, exactly as the vision had shown me.

In the years that followed I trained as a Primal Health Coach, a SOMA Advanced Breathwork Facilitator, and a Reiki Master. I deepened my understanding of the inner world through IFS informed work. Slowly I began to understand that the wounds I carried were not only mine. When I healed it, I healed it for generations of pain.

Today I stand in a place I once could not have imagined. I love myself fully. I have released what was never mine to carry. I am still evolving, still growing, still being called forward.

After my marriage ended I found myself alone again in a foreign country. But this time I was a different man. It was during this time that Heather came back into my life. Together we are building something neither of us could build alone.

Where I am now

I am still doing the work, just from a very different place than where I started.

Why I do this work

You are not broken. You are disconnected. The way home is through the heart.

I share my story not because it is unique. But because it is not. Because somewhere in these words you may have recognised yourself. The loneliness. The numbing. The quiet sense that you have to carry it all alone.

I created this work so that you do not have to find your way back alone. Because if I found my way home, so can you.