Before I was a coach, I was a woman who was very good at not needing anything.
I'm Claire. I help women stop treating their feelings like a problem to manage and start hearing what those feelings have been trying to tell them all along.
Asking for help isn't weakness. It's one of the bravest things a person can do.
For a long time, I wore that like a badge. I was fluent in everyone else's feelings and a bit of a stranger to my own. I could carry my own bags, swallow whatever I felt, and hand the people around me the easy version of me, the one that never needed a thing.
Then a car accident changed my body forever and, eventually, the whole way I move through the world. Chronic pain has been part of my daily life ever since. And for the first time, I couldn't do it all on my own. I had to ask for help. Over and over. From people I was terrified of becoming a burden to.
That's how I learned something I now believe with my whole heart: asking for help isn't weakness. It's one of the bravest things a person can do. These days I'd call it a superpower. Back then, it just felt like falling apart in slow motion. Both can be true.
For a long time, my body felt like proof I was failing. I couldn't earn what I wanted to. I had to sit out things the people around me did without a second thought. I let all of that curdle into a story that I was less, and I believed it for far too long. Learning to stay on my own side even on the days my body won't cooperate is some of the deepest work I've done. It's a lot of why I can sit with you in yours.
For a long stretch of my life, I was also married to someone who was very good at making me feel like the problem. So I got small. I kept the peace. I talked myself out of my own feelings until I could barely find them anymore.
Truthfully, I'd been doing a version of that long before him. For years I felt like too much and not enough at once, sometimes in the same breath. I wanted someone to just hand me the instructions, tell me who to be, and I'd have become her in a heartbeat if it meant I finally belonged somewhere.
If you've ever done that, numbed yourself down to a hum so you could keep everyone else comfortable, you already know it doesn't work. The feelings don't leave. They just wait.
One day I stopped waiting, and I chose myself and left the marriage. It was the hardest thing I've done, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
Part of why I left is something that took me years to say out loud. All that stored-up fear and resentment and grief wasn't only sitting in my heart. It was living in my body. I'd spent so long braced against my own life that I've come to believe it was feeding the pain I was already in. I finally understood I would never feel well inside those walls. Choosing myself turned out to be a decision I made for my body as much as my heart.
That's where I learned the thing I now build everything around: your needs matter too, and they matter right now. You don't have to earn that by taking care of everyone else first.
It took me a lot longer to learn the deeper version of that lesson. The most important relationship I'll ever be in is the one with myself, and I'd spent decades outsourcing it. Belonging with other people is a good and necessary thing. It keeps us safe, and we're built to want it. But when you don't belong to yourself first, a quiet loneliness follows you into every room, even the full ones. If you don't have your own back, you'll always feel a step outside the circle. And if you can't love who you are underneath all the doing, it gets very hard to let anyone else's love land.
None of this came naturally to me, and here's why: I grew up in a house where feelings didn't get talked about. Big emotions were something you handled quietly, if you handled them at all. I watched the same patterns get passed down, one generation handing them to the next like an heirloom nobody asked for.
So I decided the patterns could stop with me. Cycle-breaking is messy, unglamorous work, and it's some of the most important work there is. It's also where my children's books come from. Every one of them is me telling a kid the things I wish someone had told me, handing a five-year-old the tools I didn't find until my thirties.
And I didn't figure any of this out alone. All along the way, there were women. Friends who stayed when I was hard to love. Coaches who asked me better questions than I knew how to ask myself, and who held the space while I fumbled toward my own answers.
They're the reason I do this now. One of them helped me see that my sensitivity was never the curse I'd been told it was. It turned out to be the whole gift. I feel things deeply. I notice patterns other people walk right past. I can sit with someone on the worst day of their week without needing to rush them out of it. The exact things I once tried to fix about myself are the things that make me good at this.
What I know for sure…
Your feelings aren't the problem. They're the messengers.
That wave of resentment. That flicker of dread. The exhaustion you can't quite explain. It's information. It's some tender part of you tapping you on the shoulder, trying to tell you something you've been too busy to hear.
Most of us were taught to ignore our feelings, tidy them up, or file them somewhere they can't cause any trouble. I'd rather help you listen to them. Because when you stop treating your inner world like a mess to clean up, it changes everything. You start to matter to yourself again.
And once you can hear what a feeling is saying, something else becomes possible. You stop reacting and start responding.
Here's what I mean. Feeling a feeling and acting on one are two very different things. The feeling itself can't actually hurt you. It might be awful to sit in. But you can feel the whole of it and come out the other side in one piece. The trouble almost never comes from the feeling. It comes from what we do in the first few seconds after it shows up.
You know the ones. The message you sent before you'd cooled off. The sharp little remark to the woman who bumped your cart on a hard day. The 1am text to the person you'd promised yourself you were finished with.
That's reacting. What I help people find is the pause in between, the small space where you feel what's there, listen to it, and then choose what you do next on purpose. That one skill changes everything downstream.
That's the real work. I'm not here to fix you, because you were never broken to begin with. I'm here to hand you the tools, ask you the good questions, and remind you of something you've probably known all along:
You're allowed to take up space.
You're allowed to want more.
You're allowed to matter.
The Official-ish Part…
Since you're probably wondering about the credentials: yes, I've done the training. I'm certified in Trauma-Informed Psychological Safety and Mental Health First Aid, and I've completed coursework in inner parenting and coaching.
But honestly, my real qualification is the twenty-odd years I've spent learning all of this the hard way, and the fact that I've never once stopped being a student of it. I still hire my own coaches. I still get things wrong and course-correct. Because being a good coach starts with staying a coachable human.
A few things that have nothing to do with any of that
I'm a little obsessed with dogs. Alright, a lot obsessed. I've stopped apologizing for it.
I'm shy around the people I'm meant to impress and completely fearless with strangers, which makes a networking room an interesting place to find me.
I'm clumsy enough that I collect mystery bruises like souvenirs.
I run on good coffee and stubbornness, roughly in that order.
And I believe life is meant to be far more joyful than most of us let it be. I'll probably keep saying that until you believe it too.
If you've read this far…
We might just be each other's kind of people.
Maybe you've spent years putting everyone else first. Maybe you've gotten so good at being fine that you've lost track of what you actually feel. Maybe there's a question you've never quite said out loud: am I allowed to matter too?
You are. And you don't have to work the rest of it out on your own.
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