Why I made the Heartbreak Healer.

The Loyal Farce: Reflections on Love, Pain, and Injustice

I write this for anyone who may need to see it 💕 because at some point we’ve all navigated despair but it’s so important to know if I can come out the other side, you can too.

I’ve had two long relationships in my life one for nine years, one for six spanning from when I was 15 to 35. These years were some of the most horrific of my life. I’m not entirely sure if it was the choice of partner, or if I simply wasn’t in the right state of mind. Either way, the experiences left me on the brink of despair more times than I can count.

But don’t worry I’m thriving now I’m doing amazing for the last decade and you all can too.

I’ve been in hospital from a broken nose, cheekbones, and a head injury. I’ve suffered losses you can’t imagine and been insulted and ridiculed when waking up from sedation.

I’ve been cheated on, even on my wedding day and whilst In labour (not labour and Marriage on the same day 🤦‍♀️)sadly this was twice 🤦‍♀️ . These weren’t isolated incidents — they were a series of events that shaped the life I lived.

Through it all, there was never a glimmer of hope.

Coming from a childhood that was already difficult (although at time also lovely) I prided myself on loyalty. Sticking around, being faithful, holding on. But sticking around to your own detriment? That’s a different story — one I’ve lived over and over.

My parents were a traditional couple. My dad, old-fashioned; my mum, never allowed to work. That’s how we operated as kids. Only later did they completely change their ways, and now, they think I’m the “weirdo” I was always trying to enact the same type of relationship I grew up seeing. Make sense of that. You’re brought up a certain way, told it’s normal, and when you try to live it in your life, you’re deemed wrong.

I’ve tried, as an adult, to re-enact what I saw in my childhood. My sisters went in completely different directions and, by most measures, have been wildly successful. Meanwhile, I’ve been a farce — a loyal farce. And that injustice cuts deep. We all should have be doing well but I’m at a loss 😢

How can loyalty be treated with cruelty? Why is it often the girls who stick around, who give their hearts and time, that get treated like rubbish — while the ones who live freely, who explore life in their own ways, get celebrated? Is it about self-respect? Is it about something innate? Or is it just the randomness of the world? We should all be treated fairly.

I don’t have all the answers. But I do know this: acknowledging the pain, reflecting on the loyalty, and slowly reclaiming your sense of worth that’s where the healing begins.

That’s why when I was out the other side (I mean so far out the other side) I wanted to provide the service I once needed it’s about creating space for those reflections, to honour the loyalty, the heartbreak, and the resilience within us. It’s about reminding yourself that, no matter how unjust the world seems, your heart is valid, your loyalty is valuable, and your path to self-respect and joy is still yours to claim. 🌸