Why I Wanted To Become A Life Coach

So I thought for my first blog, I would talk a bit about why I decided to become a life coach.

I believe everyone has a Story!  What we see on the outside, isn't necessarily what's going on, on the inside.   

When I hear other peoples stories, mine seems so very simple to what other's have been through or are currently going through.    I always will remind myself that there are those who are far worse off than me.  So I'm thankful and appreciative for what I do have. 

The story I want to tell you about is how chronic pain disrupted my life and what it did to me.  My journey back to living again and how it led me to why I so passionately wanted to be a life coach.

I was just at the stage in my life when I felt things were really starting to come together.   After a hard few years of dealing with teenagers, menopause, relationship woes and a young child later in life, when the other kids were close to finishing school.  I was feeling like life and the future was looking pretty damn good. 

A normal day of work started, but ended with the next 4 years of my life that I really never expected.  I climbed up a ladder to lift down a box of clothing.  As I went to get down, my foot slipped and I missed a couple of ladder rungs and  I managed to slip and jolted my back.   This was the start of my journey - chronic pain, four operations (back, 2x hip replacements and a toe needing a pin), weight gain, depression, loss of confidence, self-worth and anxiety.

For some of you who have gone through this sort of thing you will know what I mean when I talk about the long wait for specialist appointments that seemed to take forever and then for the 5 minutes you got to be seen, you had to put your case forward, hoping that they were going to wave their magic wand and make it all better.

With a lot of time on your hands, overthinking things was a problem and the amount of medication I was on played havoc on my stomach, not to mention what it did with the mush I felt going on in my brain and living in what seemed like a haze some days.

Living through it when the pain was at it's worst, sometimes when I look back seems like the easy part.   When it was time to take the steps to confront the real life again, like going back to work, this seemed like a huge hurdle in itself.  Questioning myself if I was still good enough.  What employer would still want me.  Was I going to have to start right back at the beginning again when I had been out of work for so long.  

 My home had become my security blanket. I didn't want to go out or be seen and I was feeling very alone.  Even though my home was my safety net, it was also becoming my prison.   Hiding in these same walls everyday isn't good for the morale and everyone needs a change in their environment especially when depression is starting to kick in.

Home though, was where I was most comfortable. Whenever we went somewhere, I was always so uncomfortable and in pain, all I could think about was getting back home again.

And if you've experienced chronic pain, the chances are that you cannot actually exercise very easily.  A five minute walk up the road seems like you have just run a marathon and the only place where exercise felt okay was in the swimming pool, where I could take the weight off my back and legs.  Having enjoyed going to the gym and keeping active, sitting around so much, really did my head in.    

The fridge was a pretty good place to go.  Heck it was there for the taking every time I felt a bit sorry for myself.   Sweet stuff made me feel better. And so after a year where I had cut out sugar prior to my accident, all the hard work losing weight just went completely out the window.   Hey why not feel a bit more sorry for myself and where did I put that chocolate again.

Finally, after my 2nd hip was replaced, I really started to see my future again.  Unfortunately though their was still the fact that I didn't feel good about myself.  Anxiety and panic attacks kept kicking in at the most inconvenient times I might add, and I felt old and felt scared how to take the next step.  (this being a whole other blog in itself, we will just move on to the next part).

Now after going through this journey and coming out the other side,  I continuously find myself talking to people and hearing of their experiences and  their stories.  At the time of my own journey I felt it was all about me.  Now I see how there are so many others that go through similar if not worse.  This really made me feel that if they knew that they weren't the only ones and I could help to make a difference in their life, then this is what I really wanted to do.

Pain affects us in so many different ways.  Our stories are all different, but they all come back to the same things that we struggle with as we take those steps back to rebuilding again.   We have to ask ourselves - What do we want from life?  - How are we going to get there?  - What is it going to look like for us from here on?

So after reading my story, how are you feeling?  Are you ready to stop letting pain control your life?  Are you ready to commit to making changes and setting some new goals.   Breaking some old habits to make new and better ones. 

I genuinely would love to help you. You can  Contact me either by email or you can book a FREE 30 minute complimentary call to see if we are the right fit for each other, for you to get the best out of your life coaching sessions.


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