Have you been seeing 555 everywhere lately?
I certainly have.

Perhaps it's because we're coming to the end of May, the 5th month.
Perhaps it's because I recently turned 55.
Or perhaps it's because change is simply in the air.

Over the last few weeks, I've watched people around me make sudden and unexpected changes. Friends leaving my little island with very little notice. People changing direction, moving house, ending relationships, starting new chapters and letting go of old ones.

And now we close out the month with a Blue Full Moon.
Full moons are about letting go to make space for the new.
It's blue because it's the second this 5th month of the year, that's a lot of letting go energy!

In spiritual circles, 555 is often associated with change, transformation, and a shift into a new chapter.
Whether you believe in angel numbers or not, it certainly feels as though many of us are standing at a crossroads right now.

My question is:
Are you creating space for the change you say you want?

The Universe Loves a Vacuum

Nature demonstrates this beautifully. Imagine a garden.
You carefully choose the seeds you'd like to grow.
You plant a seed them with hope.
You water them faithfully.
You visualise the beautiful flowers, vegetables, or fruit trees that will eventually emerge.

But what if you never pull the weeds?
What if the garden is already overcrowded?
What if every patch of soil is occupied by plants that no longer belong there?

You can keep planting new seeds over and over again.
Yet they will struggle to grow because there simply isn't enough room.
The sunlight is blocked.
The nutrients are being used elsewhere.
​The space is already occupied.

Many of us approach our lives in exactly the same way.
We plant seeds of intention.
We make vision boards.
We pray.
We meditate.
We visualise.
We wish.
We ask for more abundance.
More love.
More purpose.
More freedom.
More joy.

​Yet sometimes we forget to pull the weeds.
The old beliefs.
The old stories.
The old commitments.
The old fears.
The old identities we've outgrown.
The clutter in our homes.
The clutter in our schedules.
The clutter in our minds.
The clutter in our energy.

When we clear what no longer belongs, we create fertile ground for what we've already planted.
Sometimes the thing we've been asking for isn't missing.
It's simply waiting for room to grow.

Creating Space for What's Next

This is something I've been actively doing myself recently.
You may have noticed some changes.
I've been simplifying my website.
Streamlining my offers.
Clarifying my message.
Removing things that no longer feel aligned.

Not because they were bad.
Simply because they were taking up space.
Space that could be used for something more focused, more impactful, and more aligned with the work I most love doing.

The result has been a new direction:
Helping people identify and transform the hidden patterns that keep showing up in their lives.
The relationship patterns.
The money patterns.
The self-worth patterns.
The overgiving patterns.
The patterns we often can't see clearly ourselves.

I've also recently re-focused my Facebook community around this theme, creating a space for people who are ready to break through, heal, and create lasting change.
If that sounds like you, I'd love to welcome you.

🩵 Join the community:
http://facebook.com/groups/UnlockYourHiddenPatterns

For years, I centred men.

Their needs.
Their moods.
Their availability.
Their affection.
Their mixed messages.
Their potential.
Their crumbs.

I overgave.
I over-understood.
I made excuses.

I abandoned myself in the name of love more times than I care to admit.

And like many women who have done deep healing work, there came a point where I simply stopped.

I stopped centering men.
I stopped chasing connection that cost me my peace.
I stopped trying to prove my worth through how much I could love, hold, understand, forgive, or tolerate.

And instead…
I chose me.

My healing.
My nervous system.
My peace.

My routines.
My freedom.
My happiness.

My quiet mornings.
My coffee in my favourite café.
My beach walks.

My work.
My spiritual growth.
My emotional safety.

And now… apparently, my kitten, Mystic 😸💗

Honestly?
For perhaps the first time in my life, I became truly happy.
Not “I’ve convinced myself I’m fine” smiling happy.
Actually happy.

Peaceful.
Regulated.
Content.
Whole.

And from that place, I found myself saying something many women say:
“I’d rather be alone.”

And honestly?
Compared to what I had experienced before… that felt true.

Because when your history of love has involved chaos, self-abandonment, disappointment, emotional labour, hypervigilance, and giving far more than you receive…

of course being alone feels preferable.
Of course peace feels sacred.
Of course your nervous system wants to protect it.

Why would I willingly invite chaos back in?
Why would I compromise the happiness I fought so hard to create?
Why would I risk losing myself again?

And then…
I realised something.

Maybe the deepest truth isn’t:
“I’d rather be alone.”

Maybe the truth is:
“I’d rather be alone than lose myself again.”

And those are not the same thing.

That question landed hard.

Because if I’m really honest?
I don’t actually want to be alone forever.

I’d rather be deeply in love.
Deeply loved.
Met.
Chosen.
Safe.
Cherished.
Connected.

But only if it doesn’t cost me myself.

And I think this is where many healed women quietly sit.

Not unhappy.
Not desperate.
Not searching from lack.
Actually happy.
Actually whole.
Actually deeply content in the life they’ve created.

But perhaps carrying one unexamined protective belief:
Being alone is safer than intimacy.

And maybe for a season, that belief served us beautifully.

Solitude became sanctuary.
Healing happened there.
Self-trust was rebuilt there.
Joy was rediscovered there.

But healing also asks us to question the stories we tell ourselves.
Even the ones that once protected us.

So now I’m asking myself:
Is “I’d rather be alone” actually my truth?
Or is it a protective story my nervous system tells me so I don’t have to risk what my heart still quietly wants?

That’s not a question I’m answering today.
But it’s a powerful one.
Perhaps one worth asking yourself too.
​
💗 Claire Louise Hay

Recently, I found myself completely depleted by a situation that technically had nothing to do with me.
I wasn't directly involved, but people turned to me for the resolution.
It wasn't mine to fix. I knew that.
And yet my body reacted as though it was. I took it on!

My nervous system was on edge for hours afterwards.
I could feel my blood pressure elevated.
I couldn’t shake it off.
I replayed the situation in my mind.
I slept badly.

Even though, intellectually, I knew something very important:
I was not responsible.

These were adults.
Their emotions were theirs.
Their choices were theirs.
It was theirs to resolve themselves.
Their consequences were theirs to learn from.

And yet…
my nervous system had already stepped into a role I know far too well.
Handle this. Fix this. Regulate this. Protect everyone.

That was the real revelation.

Because consciously, I no longer believe I am responsible for everyone.
I have done enough healing to know that.

And yet in that moment, my body told a different story.
A much older story.

The story of being parentified.

• Being the child who became emotionally responsible too early.
• The one who learned to read the room.
• To sense tension before anyone spoke.
• To monitor emotional weather.
• To anticipate conflict.
• To become hyper-capable.
• To be the peacemaker.
• To absorb impact.

And that last one is the one that landed hardest for me:

I don’t just help.
I absorb it all.
​I'll catch the grenades that everyone else is throwing then swallow them like a cartoon super woman and hold the explosion inside of me so that nobody but me gets hurt.

That was my survival strategy.

And survival strategies can become incredibly sophisticated adult identities.

• The empath.
• The healer.
• The strong one.
• The one who “has it together.”
• The woman everyone naturally comes to.
• The woman who can hold space for everyone.

But beneath that capability can be a nervous system that still believes:
If someone is dysregulated, I must do something.
Even when logically, you know you do not.

This is why insight alone doesn’t always create freedom.
Because your nervous system doesn’t care what you logically know.
It responds to what it learned was necessary for survival.

And this is where so many hyper-capable women get stuck.

• They’ve done the journaling.
• They understand their patterns.
• They can explain exactly why they over-function, over-give, overthink, over-carry.

And yet when life happens? Their body still activates the old role.

• The emotionally responsible one.
• The rescuer.
• The fixer.
• The one who carries invisible emotional loads no one even asked them to carry.

Maybe this shows up for you as:

• Feeling responsible for other people’s happiness.
• Being unable to simply walk away when others are upset.
• Over-functioning in relationships.
• Attracting emotionally chaotic people.
• Struggling to receive support.
• Feeling exhausted from being “the strong one.”
• Intellectually knowing it isn’t your job… while your body reacts anyway.

If this is you, please know:

• You are not broken.
• Your nervous system adapted brilliantly.
• But old adaptations are not the same thing as freedom.

This is exactly the kind of work I do inside Inner Child Reclamation.

And caring for this precious little furry baby, who needs my almost constant attention, whether she is playing, or resting, she wants to be touching me, I am her home now, her emotional comfort. She was raised from 2 days old with her 4 brothers and sisters after losing their mother shortly after their birth, by my friend Nicky.

This little bundle of ferocious cuddles, of intense playfulness, of feisty fighting, in all of this: she is not too much, she will never be too much and she can be all she is, I'm here for her to hold space for her being all she is and so much more.

I know deep in my heart that this presence and love is what I, too, deserved as a child.

I can still feel how small that version of me was, how undeserving I felt, how unwelcome I was and ultimately how unloved I was. My heart breaks for little me feeling all of those big feelings all alone with no support.

​I can feel how familiar those feelings still feel in certain circumstances when I don't feel safe. These patterns don't just disappear, they sit underneath, deep within our nervous systems that drive us to continue to minimise ourselves when we feel we are under threat. This makes us very vulnerable to being manipulated by anybody who is capable and willing to make us feel even a little threatened or uncomfortable.

This is the kind of thing we uncover and release in this month's special offer reading & healing: Clear what's coming up... it's for the moment when something keeps coming up, an emotion, a reaction, a heavy feeling you just can't shift or you want help shifting completely.