A Raw, Real and Replenishing Journey Back to Flow
Sep 20, 2025
For those of you who have been following the words of the Wild Wellness blog, thank you for walking this path alongside me.
From the very beginning, I promised myself, and you as the readers that this space would remain raw, real, resilient, replenishing, wild and wonderful.
From the very beginning, I promised myself, and you as the readers that this space would remain raw, real, resilient, replenishing, wild and wonderful.
Last week, I opened up about how I have been feeling a little stuck, low and unmotivated.
It was a tender share from the heart as I had been navigating a season of heaviness that felt dark, disorienting and somewhat painful.
It was a tender share from the heart as I had been navigating a season of heaviness that felt dark, disorienting and somewhat painful.
Today, I meet you from the brighter side of those weeks. The clouds are lifting, the fog is clearing, the sun is shining and I feel a little more like myself again.
It hasn’t been a straight line, but it sure has been a reminder that even in the midst of struggle there is always a turning point—a gentle return to lightness, movement and possibility.
It hasn’t been a straight line, but it sure has been a reminder that even in the midst of struggle there is always a turning point—a gentle return to lightness, movement and possibility.
When we are down and out, or stuck in the fog of our own thoughts, it is natural to pull back.
Less active.
Less social.
Less engaged in the rituals and rhythms that usually nourish us.
For me, waking up each morning felt like a win in itself. My sleep was fractured, my body longed for movement but stayed still, and my heart carried a heaviness that seemed to slow everything down.
As someone who is naturally a social butterfly, I found myself closing off from the people and practices I love.
It felt unfamiliar—like a quiet betrayal of my own nature. Let me share a truth with you, sometimes even butterflies need to fold their wings and rest before they can rise again.
It felt unfamiliar—like a quiet betrayal of my own nature. Let me share a truth with you, sometimes even butterflies need to fold their wings and rest before they can rise again.
We all know those seasons.
The seasons that feel endless, where simply getting out of bed is the bravest and most sacred victory of the day. During that time, my body slumped and my emotions cocooned me in ways that felt both protective and suffocating.
My rhythms unraveled, and the energy I usually draw from connection, movement and ritual began to run dry.
My rhythms unraveled, and the energy I usually draw from connection, movement and ritual began to run dry.
That was when I realised that my body bank had slipped into the red zone.
I invite you to think of your energy like a bank account. The inner account that holds energy for my physical, mental and emotional wellbeing.
When it’s abundant, every part of you—body, heart, mind and soul—flows with grace. You are able to give, receive and rest with ease.
When the withdrawals outnumber the deposits, the account depletes. That’s when sleep suffers, emotions dip and even breathing feels shallow.
That is where I found myself—confused, empty and in need of replenishment.
That is where I found myself—confused, empty and in need of replenishment.
I call this the sacred unpacking of the bag of life.
Each of us carries a bag filled with responsibilities, emotions, memories and dreams.
Each of us carries a bag filled with responsibilities, emotions, memories and dreams.
Some days it feels light and easy. Other days, it is overflowing with bricks we were never meant to carry.
My bag had grown heavy and I had to stop, sit with it, unpack it and decide what no longer belonged.
My bag had grown heavy and I had to stop, sit with it, unpack it and decide what no longer belonged.
What is in your bag today?
What could you lovingly put down to make your bag a little lighter?
What could you lovingly put down to make your bag a little lighter?
I slowly began making deposits into my body bank again of movement, breath, connection, love and joy.
This week, I laced up my shoes and went for not just one but two runs after a few weeks of being on pause. For someone who normally runs 3–4 times a week, it felt exhilarating to have my feet moving across the footpath, road and beach again.
Each step reminded me of the magic of momentum.
Once you begin, even with something small, energy follows. Momentum builds.
Once you begin, even with something small, energy follows. Momentum builds.
I started my day with a morning run past Merewether Beach, a place that has held me physically, mentally and emotionally on many ocassions and this afternoon with family and friends by my side I cheered on our local female rugby league team who made it into the finals—being the spirited sports supporter I am.
Watching them storm to a sensational win filled me with pride, playfulness and a surge of shared energy.
Watching them storm to a sensational win filled me with pride, playfulness and a surge of shared energy.
Energy given is energy received.
Then came the sweetest reminder that made my heart smile.
After the game, one of my beautiful nieces looked up at me with a smile and said:“The sun fills us with energy.” Her words carried wisdom in its purest form, especially as we had been chatting about sunlight as a natural nutrient.
Sunshine, laughter, connection and movement are some of the simplest yet most powerful deposits we can make into the body bank.
Today, I can feel my body bank being replenished.
I am sleeping through the night, breathing deeper, moving with ease and feeling safe, spacious, steady and strong.
What simple deposits could you make to your body bank today?
A walk in the sun, a few deep breaths, reading a few pages of a book?
Momentum is medicine.
Once I started moving, dancing, running, reconnecting and speaking about what I was thinking and how I was feeling everything else began to flow again.
Sleep lengthened.
Breath deepened.
Heart opened.
Energy returned.
Life will always have its ebbs and flows.
The trick is to honour them rather than avoid them.
To rest in the ebb and to rise in the flow.
To rest in the ebb and to rise in the flow.
To remember that both are necessary and both are sacred.
It’s okay to ask for help.
It’s okay to rest.
It’s okay to show up messy and vulnerable.
Love, hope and support are the sacred threads that weave us back together when we unravel.
With an attitude of acceptance knowing that obstacles transform into stepping stones rather than blocks that form the path of life.
With an attitude of acceptance knowing that obstacles transform into stepping stones rather than blocks that form the path of life.
We don’t have to run from them; we can move through them and sometimes even run straight into the beauty of life itself.
Shifts often happen slowly, steadily and then suddenly. At first it might just be a whisper of change, barely noticeable and then all of a sudden you feel lighter, freer, more alive.
For me, that shift began with the hardest part....
Asking for support. Naming what I was feeling. Admitting I was struggling to carry it all alone.
Once I opened up to my husband, my mum, my sister-in-law and two of my dearest soul sisters, the fog began to lift and the sun wasn't only shining above but also from within
My head felt clearer. My heart less burdened. The weight shifted, the energy lifted and my spirit was gifted.
Sometimes, the bravest thing we can do is simply say, “I need help.”
I have learned sharing openly and vulnerably is its own kind of medicine.
It is the sacred unpacking of the bag of life.
It is the sacred unpacking of the bag of life.
We are not expected to hold it all.
We were never meant to.
Here are some gentle yet powerful ways I have been intentionally choosing to make deposits into my body bank.
Perhaps some will speak to you or inspire you to find your own:
🌞 Sunlight Ritual: Step outside, close your eyes, and lift your face to the sun. Let the warmth soak into your skin as if it’s charging you from the inside out. Even five minutes can be a sacred recharge.
🌬️ Breathing Check-Ins: Place a hand on your belly and a hand on your heart as you take three slow breaths whenever you feel overwhelmed. Feel the rise and fall. Let the breath remind you that you are safe, grounded and alive.
🏃 Move with Love: Whether it’s a gentle walk, a run, dancing barefoot in your living room or stretching under the stars—movement is energy in motion. Let it be playful rather than pressured.
📖 Journal the Unpacking: Write down the contents of your “Bag of Life” today. What are you carrying that no longer belongs to you? What could you lovingly set down? What treasures are worth keeping?
💬 Ask for Support: Send a message to someone you trust or call a family member or friend and simply say, “I need to some extra love and support.” You will be amazed at how quickly heaviness lightens when you let love in.
💧Nourish the Basics: Water, rest and wholesome food are the quiet deposits that make the biggest difference. When in doubt, start with the basics.
🌙 Evening Gratitude: Before bed, whisper three things you are grateful for. This simple practice rebalances the nervous system and helps sleep flow with more ease.
Which one of these could you try today?
One of the greatest lessons of these last couple of weeks was noticing how my thoughts were feeding my emotions and draining my energy, not the other way around.
Instead of feeling emotions as they were, I was getting caught in loops of thought that amplified them. Thoughts like:
You should be stronger than this.
You are letting people down.
What is the point?
Each thought shaped my emotions, which then echoed through my body—tight shoulders, shallow breath, restless sleep.
My embodiment was carrying the weight of my the stories in my mind.
Catch this with me for a moment: when my mind whispered “not enough,” “too tired” or “what’s the point,” my emotions followed suit.
Thoughts have powerful effects, not just on feelings but on the way we move, breathe and show up in the world.
I began to pay closer attention.
I asked myself:
I asked myself:
What is my mind telling me right now?
How is my body responding to the feelings and sensations that are present?
Is this thought feeding me or draining me?
I started catching these thoughts, almost like butterflies in a net.
Pausing, holding them up to the light, asking myself….
Pausing, holding them up to the light, asking myself….
Is this true?
Is this thought nourishing me or depleting me?
What happens in my body when I believe this thought?
By listening to the wisdom of my body and questioning the whispers of my mind, I found space again.
Space to breathe.
Space to soften.
Space to choose thoughts that feed me instead of drain me.
Space to choose thoughts that feed me instead of drain me.
What thoughts are you feeding right now?
How are they shaping the way your body feel?
Whenever you find yourself in a funk, dear reader, here are a few soul-whisper questions to gently guide you back to yourself and spark the flow again.
What does your body bank feel like today—overflowing or depleted?
Where might momentum be waiting for you to take the first step?
Who could you reach out to for support this week, even with just a text or a check-in?
What thought are you feeding right now, and how is your body responding?
What’s weighing down your Bag of Life right now?How could you unpack it with love?
Who could you ask for support this week?
What deposit does your body bank most need today?
Where could momentum be waiting for you to take the first step?
Thank you for letting me share another piece of my heart here—for allowing me to show up messy, vulnerable, and radically human.
My hope after writing these words is that you feel more deeply connected: to your emotions, your experiences, and your ecosystem of support.
There will always be ups and downs. What matters most is how we choose to meet them—how we ebb, flow and move through them with grace.
Here is a poem for the seasons of the soul because when words fall short, poetry often finds its way in, carrying truth, tenderness and the rhythm of healing; from my teenage years, poetry and writing have allowed me to give voice to my inner world and make sense of all that is unfolding in life.
The bag grew heavy, as I held on too long,
my body bank empty, my rhythm felt wrong.
The sun rose again, momentum returned, the fire rekindled, lessons were learned and wisdom was gained.
Support lifted me, love held me tight.
I stepped from shadows into loving and radiant light.
The ebb and the flow, the sacred design of life, reminds me each season is wholly divine.
The bag grew heavy, as I tried to stay strong, my voice became silent, my heart lost its song.
Shadows are teachers, they whisper and they show, that even in stillness, the heart, mind and soul long to grow.
My body bank shifted states as it removed unwanted emotions, the well running on empty, until love reminded me: it’s okay to cry.
The sun kissed my skin, my breath found its place and slowly momentum returned with grace.
Support lifted me, sisters stood near as
their words flowed like gentle rivers that washed away fear.
I asked for support which was provided, the burden was shifted, my boft was lightened, my vision uplifted.
I now move with the rhythm of ebb and of flow, trusting that healing is steady and slow.
I unpack my bag, let the old weight release and step into life with a heart full of peace.
May you too find the courage to pause and to rest, to lean on your circle, to feel deeply held.
For each season reminds us, through struggle and strife, that we are not here to carry it all— we are here to carry the beauty of life.
