Late-diagnosed neurodivergent. Trauma survivor. Corporate warrior. Special needs mum. Still standing.

I Spent Years Being Everyone's Steady Hand

For almost a decade, I led a corporate team that felt more like a sisterhood than a department. No bitching, no backstabbing, no gatekeeping success. Just women supporting women, showing up for each other through every change the business threw at us.

Then the Ground Fell Out From Under Me

Redundancy. Family court. A body and mind that stopped cooperating the way I'd always assumed they would. I found out I was neurodivergent in my forties, deep in the middle of everything else falling apart.

I Didn't Fall Apart. I Woke Up.

Tarot was always there, quietly, in the background, for years. But it was in the wreckage that it became something else: a mirror, a compass, a way of hearing my own knowing again after years of drowning it out.

What I Believe

The Cards Don't Have the Answers. You Do.

My job isn't to tell you what's going to happen (although I am scarily good at that too). It's to help you see clearly enough to know what to do next: with the same clarity, honesty, and no-nonsense care I once brought to leading a team, just pointed at your life instead.

This Work Is Personal, Not Performative

I'm not here to be a guru. I'm here to sit across from you, cards on the table, and help you find your own way through — whatever "through" looks like for you.