When your body says no, it’s not giving up.

It’s calling you home.

Back to the life force you learned to tame.
Back to the desire you silenced to please.
Back to the wild knowing that always whispered: This isn’t it.

Maybe it starts with exhaustion

that sleep doesn’t touch.


Or the hot flush
rising mid-meeting, mid-sentence,
your face suddenly lit from within.
You breathe. You smile. You push through,
because that’s what you’ve always done.

But something in you has stopped cooperating.

You wake at 3am,
heart racing,
your body alert to something you can’t name.


You walk into a room and forget why.


Forget the word, the date, the name
of the friend you’ve known for twenty years.

You wander Waitrose,
no longer excited by the sushi counter.

Your waistband digs in.
Your tolerance thins.


You scroll past Davina McCall’s abs on Instagram,
thinking maybe I should…
and then, just as quickly, chuckle at the absurdity of it.

Not because you’ve given up.
Because you’re done trying to be perfect, please, conform.

This isn’t burnout.
It’s your body refusing to lie.

You’ve outgrown the role
of the one who holds it all.


The capable one. The good one.


The one who swallows her truth
to keep the peace…as her jaw tightens.

And now?
What’s rising isn’t contained.
It doesn’t need to be corrected.
It doesn’t want to be managed.

It wants to be met.

The rage that flares
isn’t a problem to solve
it’s a pulse of truth.

The forgetfulness
isn’t failure
it’s your system refusing to track
what no longer matters.

The disinterest,
isn’t depression,

it’s clarity.

This is the initiation no one warned you about.
Where rest becomes essential.
Where niceness grows fierce.


Where your body becomes
the most honest thing you know.

And slowly, something else awakens
not the old drive,
but a different kind of fire.
Not to please, help or prove,
but something alive.
Erotic.
Felt.


A desire that’s yours,
not for anyone else,
but for the pulse of being fully here.

This is the moment
you stop doubting
and start listening.
Not to the rules.
Not to the noise.
But to the deep hum of your visceral knowing.

This isn’t the end.
It’s not a breakdown.
It’s not a phase to fix.

It’s a return.

If you’re a woman standing at the edge of what no longer works…
This work is your invitation to stop coping and start coming home.

Start coming home….

Not through a plan, clean eating or cold showers.
This is not about balance.

This is about truth.

Your body’s truth

The truth your body speaks
when it clenches, aches, recoils, longs.

The truth that perimenopause isn’t a breakdown.
It’s a reckoning.


It is meeting yourself without performance.
Without permission.
Without apology.

A time when we are called
to face what is no longer ours to hold
the weight we carried to stay loved, safe, good.


Patterns born in trauma,
now ready to release.

What This Work Is

Start Coming Home is a body-led descent.
A somatic, trauma-informed return to what’s most alive in you.

Here, we let the body lead.


We listen to its timing.
We unhook from pressure and push.
We learn the difference between collapse and surrender.
Between shutting down and dropping in.

And When I Say Erotic…

I don’t mean sex, though sex may live there.

I mean truth that tingles.
Hunger without shame.
Desire without permission.

I mean the heat of saying no without a reason.
Biting into a peach and letting the juice run.
Climbing a mountain and screaming your name.

I mean the part of you that wants to feel
lit up, turned on, and entirely your own,
for no one’s gaze but your own.

Because when you follow that thread,
the one made of breath, desire, and sensation
you don’t just feel better.

You feel alive.


Awake.
On purpose.
Here.

And finally,
you’re living your life as you.

That’s the point.
That’s what you’re here for.

Offerings Coming Soon

This work is still unfolding and already alive.

Over the next few months, I’ll be opening:

  • A small, live group experience for women moving through the fire

  • A seven day retreat in Crete in November 2025

  • One-to-one spaces for those ready to stop overriding and start listening

If you want to walk this path with others who are also unravelling into truth,
Do get in touch.

Hi, I’m Sarah

I didn’t come to this work because I have mastered perimenopause.

I came to it because it undid me and revealed who I really am.

For years, I supported others in navigating trauma, healing, identity. I trained in breathwork, Internal Family Systems, and somatic work.

I led retreats, I held space, I wrote books.

But perimenopause brought a deeper initiation.

My body said no - to overgiving, overthinking, and overriding. And after a long time resisting, I began to listen.

Something raw, alive, and unapologetically true began to rise.


It wasn’t always graceful. Sometimes it came as rage, or bone-deep fatigue. Sometimes as desire that didn’t fit my roles, or silence that felt sacred.

Now, I feel more at home in my body than I ever have.

Not because it’s easy or I’m perfect, but because it’s mine.

I care less what others think, and more about staying close to what’s real.

I’m evolving into someone who:

  • Moves at the pace of presence, not pressure

  • Chooses truth over performance

  • Leads from embodiment, not effort

  • Listens to what contracts just as much as what expands

  • No longer softens her edges to be liked

I’m not here to fix women. I’m here to hold space for what happens when they stop fixing themselves.