11/12/2025
2025 has been the Year of the Snake.
Big shedding. Uncomfortable growth. Skin that suddenly does not fit any more. The kind of year where the energy has felt full on from every direction.
For a while I thought it was just peri and a big season in business. I was losing a week every month to pain, fatigue and feeling like I had been hit by a truck. You can write that off for a little while, but when that “one week off” keeps repeating, you suddenly realise you are losing a big chunk of your life to simply surviving it.
My body kept saying “this is not you.”
Scans finally gave it a name... severe adenomyosis. It was relief and grief all at once. Relief that I was not imagining it. Grief that I had pushed through for so long.
We started with the conservative path. In August I had a Mirena put in. On paper it sounded like a smart move. In my body, it sent my anxiety through the roof. Panic attacks, a racing heart, that wired but exhausted feeling that never quite let up. I knew in myself that something still was not right.
I am very aware that this is the part where a lot of people get brushed off. I have been lucky. My team listened. They took my symptoms seriously, they heard me when I said “this is not normal for me” and they worked with me to find a way forward. I also know that not everyone gets that experience and that is a whole other conversation we need to keep having.
Today I am having a hysterectomy... the ultimate shedding of my uterus ( you I am all or nothing) and a big line in the sand for my health and my energy.
This year has felt heavy and intense, but I can already feel 2026 sitting just off stage. Lighter. Faster in a good way. Less slog, more momentum. More space to do the work I am actually here to do, without my body pulling the handbrake every few weeks.
As I head into surgery today, this is the question I am sitting with... and maybe it is one for you too: what are you no longer willing to carry with you into 2026?