This is the post I’ve been avoiding writing. Not because I don’t know what to say, but because it means telling you about the bed. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗔𝘁 𝟭𝗽𝗺 I’m lying on my bed. My chest feels like there’s an elephant sitting on it. My jaw is clenched so tight my cheeks ache and my teeth are sore. My eyes are swollen and blurry from three days of crying I can’t stop. My whole body is heavy — the kind of heavy where even rolling over feels like too much. It’s 1pm. The sun is blazing outside. Birds are singing. White walls around me, the floor fan oscillating past, sliding doors open to the light pouring in. Geckos clicking somewhere on the wall, the faint thump of Balinese music drifting over from the hotel down the road, the odd moped buzzing past in the distance. My phone screen is dark, unopened messages piling up, notifications pinging through that I can’t bring myself to look at. A bottle of water sits untouched on the nightstand. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗻 This is meant to be paradise. This is the villa I chose. There’s a version of this exact afternoon where I’m on the sun lounger with the sun warming my body, taking dips in the pool to cool off, doing a bit of work, spending quality time with Lily — enjoying life instead of just surviving it. That version of today is happening for someone, somewhere on this island. It is not happening for me. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗜𝗻 𝗠𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱 Instead there’s a voice on loop, over and over: “What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? I just want to feel normal. I just want to embrace the life I started to create here in Bali. I want to be the best mum possible for my kids, the best nana possible for my grandkids.” Worrying about everyone back home. Feeling so alone. Constantly thinking there must be something wrong with me, because I am in this absolutely beautiful place, surrounded by beautiful people, and I still feel so alone and so broken that the smallest thing is tipping me over the edge. Three weeks before this, I’d have told you I was thriving. Working, out most nights, socialising till the early hours, up again at 6am to do it all again. Then my body sent the bill — a kidney infection, then a brutal Endo flare on top of it. And underneath both of those, the thing that was really coming for me. Full-blown neurodivergent burnout. The kind that doesn’t care how put-together you usually are. It took whatever “I’m fine” mask I wear and stripped it clean off.

And I mean it. The real stuff. The questions you type and delete. The ones you whisper to yourself at 11pm. The ones you're too scared to ask anywhere else. The kinda stuff I'm talking about — Why do I lose my temper with my kid and then hate myself for it — How do I explain my child's ND to family who just don't get it — Why am I so exhausted even when I haven't done anything — How do I stop feeling like I'm failing my kid every single day — Why do I feel more ND since my child got diagnosed — How do I get through a meltdown without completely falling apart myself Sound familiar? Drop yours below 👇 or DM me if you want to stay anonymous and I'll answer it live. No names. No judgement. Just real honest talk for ND mums who are done suffering in silence 🩷 I am going to be streaming LIVE on Insta, TikTok and Youtube… and of course if you cannot join the live, I will give you the YT link to get your questions answered. what do you actually want to know? And if you know anyone who this would be great for please tag away and share Drop your question below Or if you want to stay anonymous just DM me and I'll answer it on the live without your name ever coming up. No judgement. No filter. Just honest answers for ND mums who are done pretending everything's fine. Love Naomi x x x

Hey there epic mums 💗 New week and final full week of the month. This one is about bringing it all together. Over the last few weeks we’ve explored: • Overwhelm (and why you’re not broken) • Masking (and how much energy it takes) • Repair (and how connection is rebuilt) This week we’re focusing on something that sits underneath all of it… 🔥 𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 & 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 Because it’s very hard to regulate, unmask or repairwhen you’re constantly abandoning yourself. 🌿 𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬 🕥 10:30am UK time Real, Raw, Regulated LIVE This week we’re diving into: Self-Respect Before Self-Love We’ll unpack: • Why “self-love” can feel out of reach when you’re overwhelmed • What self-respect actually looks like in real life (not fluffy bullshit) • The subtle ways mums abandon themselves every day • How small boundaries support your nervous system Come as you are. 🌱 𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬 🕤 9:30am UK time Practice Lab – Premium Members This is where we gently put this into practice. This week we’ll be working on: Boundaries That Actually Feel Doable We’ll explore: • Where you’re over-extending or saying yes when you mean no • What your nervous system does before you abandon yourself • Practising small, realistic boundary language • How to hold a boundary without guilt spiralling No pressure. No big life changes required. Just small, supportive shifts. Premium members — I’ll see you there 💗 If you’re ready to go deeper, you can upgrade here ✨ 𝗔𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 “I am allowed to honour my needs without explaining or apologising for them.” Take a breath. You don’t need permission to take up space. You already have it. 💭 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞’𝗦 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 Notice one moment where you usually say yes, but your body is saying no. Pause. And see what happens if you honour yourself —even slightly.

I applied for something a role I really wanted and I didn’t get it, and do you know what, when I got the feedback back, they were right, and that’s the bit that hit me the most because I couldn’t even argue it, I could see exactly what I’d done. So she said she loved my energy on a recent group call I joined, loved how I came across, felt really drawn to me… and then she read my responses and it just didn’t match that at all, she said it felt like AI, really formal and not aligned with how I showed up. And I was just sat there like… for fuck’s sake, because I knew, I knew exactly what had happened. I went straight back into what I can only describe as my Social Worker brain, like structured, professional, report-writing mode, and I didn’t even think about it, I just defaulted, questions… answers underneath… Google doc… the whole thing like I used to do for court reports. And this is where my brain does what it does… because I’m dyslexic, because of how I was trained, because of masking if I’m really honest… I have this “safe” way of communicating that sounds right, sounds professional, ticks the boxes…Plus with my Autism I mirror things that I see, things like dashes and dots. …but it’s not actually me. And I’ve done SO much work on using my voice, like really using it, showing up as me, saying things how I actually say them, not overthinking every word… and then on one thing, one simple task, I just slipped straight back into that version of me that knows how to be accepted… but doesn’t actually reflect who I am now. That’s the bit that peed me off. Not that I didn’t get it… but that I abandoned myself in that moment without even realising. And I think this is where neurodiversity comes into it in a way people don’t always talk about… that default settingthat maskingthat “this is how I SHOULD say it” voice it’s fast… it’s automatic… and it often kicks in when something matters. So I messaged her back and I just owned it, explained it properly, didn’t try and dress it up, just said yeah… that’s exactly what I did.