In an Instant, Everything Changed: The Moment I Said Yes to My Soul

For a long time, I did what many of us are taught to do. I played by the rules. I worked hard. I was a single Mum, a Practice Manager running on fumes, working weekends without a thank you and showing up when no one else would. I gave and gave, to my job, to my colleagues, to a system that didn’t really see me.

Then BOOM. This is the moment I’ll never forget. A quiet, almost unremarkable morning on the outside. walking from the train to work. But inside me, a wildfire had been smouldering for years, and today, it finally roared into life!

It’s strange how the biggest moments in our lives can arrive disguised as ordinary days.

There wasn’t a thunderclap or some loud voice from the sky. No ceremony. No applause. Just me, standing in the middle of another exhausting workday, feeling the weight of a thousand quiet sacrifices building in my chest. But in that moment, in an instant, something cracked open inside me. And from that crack, everything changed.

I had spent years showing up in a life that wasn’t mine. A life that made sense on paper, sure, but suffocated the truth of who I was. I was a single Mum, raising my children with fierce love, doing everything I could to keep things steady. I worked as a Practice Manager, pouring my energy into holding things together for everyone else. I worked on weekends, stayed late, sometimes showed up early, often without pay and rarely with thanks. I held the weight of that workplace on my shoulders, all while managing my own inner world, my home, and the soft flickers of a calling I kept trying to hush.

There was something sacred waking in me, even back then. A voice. A knowing. I had always felt connected to Spirit, always held an intuitive sense that there was something more, not just in the Universe, but in me. But like so many of us, I kept it hidden under layers of responsibility, fear, and doubt.

Eventually, I left that job, telling myself maybe a change of pace was what I needed. I stepped back into the as a receptionist (and I won't say "just a receptionist" as many are so amazing with the SHIT they have to deal with), thinking it might be a little quieter, a little easier on my heart.

But the Universe had other plans.

What I walked into was not ease, it was erosion. My light was too much. I was told I was too nice to patients. I was told I talked too much, cared too much. I was ridiculed for being warm, corrected for being human, and eventually, criticised for something as small as not buying coffee one morning, even though I’d shouted the team countless times before. My kindness was met with contempt. My heart was treated like an inconvenience.

And then, when I finally put in my resignation letter, they laughed at my dreams.

The moment I mentioned what I truly wanted, to follow the intuitive calling that had been whispering to me for years, to work as a Psychic Medium and Spiritual Mentor, they laughed. As if it was cute. As if it was nonsense. As if dreaming big was something to be ashamed of.

That was it. That was the instant. That was the moment the old life lost its grip.

I walked away.

Not with a detailed five-year plan. Not with financial security. Not with the support of a cheering crowd. I walked away with trembling hands and a heart that had finally had enough. I was no longer willing to live someone else’s version of “success.” I was no longer willing to trade my soul for a steady pay check and a false sense of safety.

And do you know what happened when I finally said yes to my soul?

The Universe met me there.

It wasn’t immediate. It wasn’t without challenge. But it was real. Clients began to find me, not through billboards or cold calls, but through resonance. Through energy. Through word of mouth, through synchronicities, through divine timing. The more I trusted, the more support showed up.

Doors I didn’t even know existed began to open.

I learned that courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it’s a whisper. A quiet no more. Sometimes it’s leaving a job in a system that tells you your worth is in your productivity. Sometimes it's listening to the soft pulse of truth in your chest and letting it lead.

Now, I mentor others who are standing in the exact same place I once stood, exhausted, heartbroken, overworked, undervalued, and wondering if maybe, just maybe, their soul was meant for something more.

To those people, to you, if you're reading this, I want you to know: your sensitivity is not weakness. Your dreams are not delusional. Your desire to help, to heal, to live with purpose and meaning is not too much, it's sacred. And it’s needed.

If you feel the stirrings of something more, don’t ignore them. They are not distractions. They are directions.

You don’t have to stay stuck in the job that drains you. You don’t have to keep pretending you’re fine when your spirit is quietly weeping for something deeper. You can choose differently. Even if it doesn’t make sense yet. Especially then.

Because in an instant, everything really can change.

It did for me. And it can for you, too.