13/07/2026
My first taste of kinesiology came during my pregnancy with my second child. I was searching, longing for something different. I only knew that what was in front of me wasn't working. I had no idea what was possible.
I don't often share that it was my own dysregulation I was seeking support for. Living with ADHD and dyslexia, everything felt hard. Work was hard. Parenting was hard. Relationships were hard. I spent so much of my life trying to prove to myself that I was capable, pushing through when really I was exhausted and consistently dysregulated.
The difference between parenting my first and second child was tenfold. Yes, they were completely different children, a boy and a girl with very different temperaments. No first-time parent nerves. But looking back, I know the biggest difference wasn't them.
It was me.
I was more regulated, more present and more connected to myself. I had learnt to understand my nervous system instead of constantly fighting against it. That changed everything. My parenting became calmer, our home felt different, and I found myself responding instead of reacting.
Kinesiology didn't change who I was. It unravelled the layers of compensation, adaptations and predictive behaviours I had developed simply to cope. As those layers fell away, I was able to reconnect with myself in a way I never thought possible. It opened my eyes to who I could be, rather than who I believed I needed to be to meet the world's expectations. It wasn't about becoming someone new. It was about coming home to myself. And when I changed, everything around me changed too.
