When I first dipped my toes into the world of bespoke therapy, I was curious but cautious. Therapy tailored just for me sounded like a dream - a unique blend of approaches designed to heal my past traumas and unlock my potential. But then came the question that often stops many in their tracks: How much is this going to cost? If you’ve ever wondered about the pricing for custom therapy plans, you’re not alone. Let’s unpack this together, with warmth, clarity, and a sprinkle

Trauma can feel like a heavy backpack you carry everywhere, even when you don’t want to. It sneaks into your thoughts, colours your emotions, and sometimes, it even shapes your daily actions. But what if I told you there’s a way to unpack that weight gently, safely, and effectively? That’s where EMDR therapy steps in, and better yet, it’s now available online. Yes, you can embark on your healing journey from the comfort of your own home. I remember when I first heard about E

Have you ever wondered if the feelings, fears, or even talents you carry might have roots in a life you once lived? I certainly have. Diving into the world of past life regression therapy felt like opening a door to a mysterious room in my own mind. And when I discovered that this journey could be taken online, I was both intrigued and a little sceptical. Could something so deeply personal and transformative really work through a screen? Let me share what I’ve learned about t

I hit the jackpot with grandparents. Three of them, to be exact, and they weren’t just family they were my sanctuary, my safety net, my very own fan club. But if we’re talking favourites (don’t tell the others), my maternal grandma Annie Elizabeth Boswick was my absolute ride-or-die. She was tiny garden gnome-sized, but don’t be fooled, her heart was big enough to house a small country. Which explains why clothes never seemed to fit her properly. Bless her.

From as far back as I can remember, I’ve always felt… different. Not “wears-a-cape-to-school” different, but more like “feels-things-and-sees-things-she-probably-shouldn’t” kind of different. I knew I was here for something. A purpose. A mission. Maybe not full-blown “chosen one” vibes, but definitely “slightly magical side character who helps the hero discover their powers” energy.

Let me take you back to when I first started meditating…

As kids, we were lucky enough to travel with Dad. When he was on leave, he didn’t just take us out for fish and chips he packed up three slightly feral children and took us on proper adventures. Real holidays. Big ones. The kind that leave a mark.

My name is Kirsty Heath, formerly known as Kirsty Elizabeth Scott—yes, I had a rebrand. I was born on the 6th of September 1974 in the north of England, where it rains approximately 362 days a year. My father was Scottish, my mother English, and I was the only girl, sandwiched between two older brothers who considered me their personal experiment in endurance training.