If you’ve ever suffered with anxiety then you know how exhausting it can be! It felt as though there was a Tazmanian Devil whirling around in my head, making it hard to concentrate on anything. Making me feel sick to the stomach.

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I have always been an over-achiever. Always living by the motto of, ‘If you’re going to do something, then you do it properly’. I have found myself time and time again in cycles of self-sabotage, running myself into the ground, trying to be perfect, competing with no-one other than myself and the voice in my head that told me I could do better, that I wasn’t good enough. This need to always be better where was the Imposter Syndrome well and truly started. I was so focussed on proving my worth, proving that I was good enough, that I never stopped to appreciate what I had achieved. Waiting to be found out.

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Supporting people is at the core of my being. As a teenager, the best thing about my week was buying a magazine from the local shop, eager to get it home to read the problem pages. I covered up the agony aunts’ response while I read the problem, imagining what I would say to the reader. There was no better thrill than when my response matched theirs! My love for people and interest in their behaviour only grew when I did my degree in Psychology. Every job I’ve had since has been with people, supporting them to grow and feel good about themselves.