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The Body Remembers
Part 9
Stepping Into Myself
Five years ago, each step required a stick, and every movement felt like a negotiation with my body. Today, I move through the world with steadiness. My body, mind, and…
Part 8
When Change Became Embodied
I stood on the stage, looking out at the crowd. Small groups clustered together, chatting, smiling, their voices blending into a warm buzz after such a full day. The people…
Part 7
The Words We Carry
Before my body said ‘no’ my voice did first… My fingers fidgeted with the edge of my notebook, tracing its texture as if searching for courage. My body remained still,…
Part 6
The Day I Carried the Stick
I had doubted myself all week, wondering if I’d ever walk this far again. And yet, there I was, grinning from ear to ear as I sat on the wall…
Part 5
The Day I Began to Take Back Control
I sat on the edge of my bed as the first light slipped through the blinds. My body felt heavier than it had before sleep, and even the thought of…
Part 4
The Moment Something Finally Made Sense
For weeks after that appointment, I felt hollow, carrying a rage that sat heavy in my chest with nowhere to go. It felt fierce, sharp, and overwhelming. I felt anger…
Part 3
When Symptoms Become a Language
I pulled myself up the stairs, each step feeling like climbing a small mountain. My director followed, her eyes gentle yet attentive, a presence I wasn’t sure I could meet.…
Part 2
The Day My Body Said No
I stood in the shower cubicle of the changing room, my legs shaking uncontrollably beneath me. Water ran luke warm against my skin, and the faint smell of disinfectant made…
Part 1
When Silence Stops Protecting: My Journey Back to Myself
I’ve reached a moment in my healing journey when silence no longer feels like protection but rather a form of self abandonment. For almost 15 years I lived with neurological…
The Journey
A Place of My Own
‘Here’s your key Leanne. Welcome to your new home.’ Teresa said with a smile as we stood inside the gite. It was evening and the living room was set, the lights…
The Wisdom of Trees
Diversity, Connection and the Courage to Grow I’ve made my way to France to attend an Alumni organised by the NLP Master Trainer Sue Knight. A very special two-day event…
Drawing a Line in the Sand
This week I found myself standing once again on the golden sands of Portrush, the seaside town I once called home for nearly three decades. It had been nine months…
The Quiet Drip
I visited my granny on Monday and as we sat in her living room and she told me what was happening, I could sense her frustration and despair about what…
Getting Unstuck in Paradise
I was sitting in a beautifully blissful location, gazing out on the magnificence of the Arabian sea. With the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shoreline as the…
Uganda
The Hug That Moved My Heart to Action
It was a Sunday evening, and I was sitting in a packed church in my local town squirming uncomfortably in my seat. I found myself staring at the ground averting…
From music to red-dust roads: Uganda in my Heart.
In 2024, I made a decision that would shape not just my year, but my heart. I signed up to travel to Kampala with a team from Abaana, a local…
A Letter I Carry With Me
'Thank you, Teacher Leanne, I will never forget you.' Arthur Timothy said as he turned his gaze towards me. The room was packed full of parents and teachers. The internal…
From Teacher to Founder
John Michael was a teacher at Wisdom Junior School in Bbembe, Uganda, when we first met. Over six weeks, we worked alongside each other. He sat in on sessions with…
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Finding Light in Connection
It’s Sunday afternoon, a time when I often pause to reflect on the week that’s been. With a warm cup of coffee beside me, my thoughts have started drifting to…