Welcome to The Home of the Woman Unravelling - a place for women who are tired of holding it all together and ready to make something beautiful out of the mess. This is for the ones who’ve been cracked open by heartbreak, disappointment, or just the grind of everyday life, and need a place where it’s okay to laugh, cry, spill wine, eat chocolate, and turn pain into art.
Here, we use art as medicine. All you need is a willingness to pick up a brush, a pen, or whatever’s in reach, and let the unraveling out. This is where chaos becomes color, where stories turn into diaries, and where a community of women create, connect, and heal together.
Messy. Honest. Creative. Fun. If life hasn’t gone to plan, you belong here.
ABOUT SARAH, THE WOMAN UNRAVELLING
I am a woman in my 40s - a Psychotherapist by training, a Writer and Artist by nature, and perhaps most truthfully, a woman in the sacred process of becoming.
My life has been shaped by immense grief, loss, and transformation - each wave a teacher, each heartbreak a threshold. Over the years, I’ve learned - sometimes by grace, often by necessity - that the only way through is to turn pain into power and beauty, to let heartbreak compost into wisdom, and to make meaning out of what once felt unendurable.
For decades, I worked in the fields of psychotherapy, trauma recovery, and conscious evolution. My professional path has taken me through the landscapes of the nervous system, attachment, art therapy, and depth psychology - guiding hundreds of people as they remembered their own wholeness. Yet the further I travelled into my own unraveling, the less I could define myself by my titles and credentials. They offered belonging in a world that craves definitions, but not truth.
Today, I no longer introduce myself as “the therapist,” though I carry the wisdom of that lineage in my bones. I am a practitioner of presence, an artist of the inner world, and a writer devoted to translating the raw material of human experience into something sacred, useful, and real.
I am a woman who no longer shames herself for being exactly who and how she is. My commitment is not to perfection, but to presence. Not to performance, but to authenticity. Not to fixing myself, but to listening deeply to the body, to the heart, to the quiet intelligence that lives beneath language.
I am an artist who uses paint, words, and silence to translate the ineffable.
I am an artist who uses paint, words, and silence to translate the ineffable. A seeker who integrates shadow as much as light - because wholeness requires both. And a human being still unraveling, still becoming, still finding beauty in the ruins.
My offering is simple: to stay devoted to the medicine - whatever form it takes. Sometimes it’s art. Sometimes it’s stillness. Sometimes it’s truth spoken aloud. The medicine is not always neat, not always pretty, but it is always alive. It asks for honesty, humility, and courage.
And it reminds me - again and again - that within the breaking lies the chance to become more whole than before.
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