The Moment I Realised Essential Oils Were More Than a Scent

I still remember the very first time I bought essential oils.

It was on a school trip to Egypt - at the base of a pyramid, no less.

They were being sold as “the original perfume.”

I bought a package of small bottles for my mum, enchanted by the ancient energy, the scent, the mystery of it all.

Later, as a teenager, I’d find myself wandering through the Paddington markets.

I bought oils there too, along with a fancy-looking little beaker burner. I’d sit in my room and let the smell fill the space, not knowing what was really in those little bottles.

Truth be told, I shudder to think about the ingredients now.

But even then, something in me was drawn to them. I didn’t have the language for it yet, but I was reaching for something deeper. A way to feel, to ground, to connect.

Over the years I dabbled, Perfect Potion, doTERRA, health food store brands - on and off, never fully committed. They were lovely… but the connection felt surface-level.

Until one day, I opened a bottle of Young Living oil.

And everything changed.

It wasn’t just the scent. It was the frequency.

Something in my body leaned in.

My nervous system softened.

It was like my cells whispered, “Yes. This.”

And when I became pregnant with my daughter Sas, I began to truly discover essential oils - not just as nice smells, but as medicine for the soul.

Oils became part of my rituals, my healing, my presence as a mother.

They helped me feel safe in my body.

They helped me cope with the overwhelm, the pressure, the perfectionism I didn’t even realise I was carrying.

But the biggest shift came later, during a time when my mental health was quietly fraying.

I was showing up for everyone - my family, my clients, my business - but inside I was exhausted.

Overstimulated. Frayed.

And worst of all… I couldn’t even find the words to ask for help.

It wasn’t a breakdown. It was quieter than that.

A slow spiral - into tightness, tension, and silence.

And one day, in the middle of all that, I reached for an oil.

Not with a plan. Not to “fix” anything.

Just… instinctively.

I rolled it over my heart.

Breathed in.

And something cracked open.

A full-body exhale.

Like I could finally breathe again.

Like the part of me that had been holding it all together finally got permission to let go.

From that day on, oils were no longer just part of my lifestyle.

They were part of my healing.

A bridge back to myself. A return to my centre.

Now, they’re woven into everything I do -  my skincare, my rituals, my energy work.

They’ve held me through breakdowns, supported me through transformation, and helped me support countless women on their own path to wholeness.

And I still believe - more than ever - that one drop can change everything.

If you’re curious about the oils I use, or you’re feeling like you need that full-body exhale…

I’m always here to guide you.

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