I am a writer.

I am a writer, I am a writer, I AM a writer.

I swear convincing myself that this is what I do, is the hardest part of this whole writing thing.
I have been a “doer” for most of my life. For the first 20 years out of university, I worked in marketing, doing and planning and doing. My main role, as a content director/producer, had me creating, writing and editing marketing copy and developing educational content for global events. It had a purpose. My writing would sell the benefits of the conference, it would educate and entice people to spend money to come to the event and it would excite individuals to network, connect and have fun. I still enjoy writing this type of content, however, it now has a more meaningful purpose.

Twelve years ago, magic happened. I had a child. But with that magic came a dark cloak of misery that many women battle on their own. I couldn’t. I stopped working and embraced a year of therapy to get through the debilitating post-natal depression. I cried a lot. My mind swam in a sea of words and meanings and stories. I changed.

But the love of writing never left. I started by taking classes and going back to children’s writing. Then I became curious and got a Master’s degree in psychology and neuroscience of mental health. Now all I want to do is go back to writing but this time with a renewed vision. This time I want to write with purpose, for the reader, not a company.

So, here I am. A writer. I hope I can educate, inspire and entertain you with the zest and ambition I had back in my 20s, but this time writing with intention.