The "Good Person" Lie I Unravelled (And What It Cost Me)
What if your greatest strengths are brilliant survival mechanisms masking old wounds? A psychologist's raw reckoning with her own foundations... and how we truly rebuild. ✨
The Masterpiece Built on Fault Lines
For years, I wore my "generosity" like a badge of honour. The woman who gave freely, spent lavishly (on others!), travelled, built businesses, coached others to heights... Creative? Passionate? Wise? Oh, I thought so. I’d built this incredible, dynamic woman – the woman I needed growing up.
Then came the seismic shift. The ground cracked open, not beneath my feet, but within my foundation.
I realised: My entire character was an ingenious, imaginative fortress constructed on the bedrock of trauma. My coping mechanisms? So damn effective, I’d mistaken them for virtues.
Take my money story (oh, the irony for a strategist!):
Ouch. Wise? Maybe intellectually. But my nervous system was running an ancient, terrified playbook. My "passion" for giving? Often a frantic energy to outrun the fear. My "imagination"? Brilliantly justifying the chaos as "living fully."
😂 Turns out, my financial strategy resembled a squirrel on espresso – frantic burying of nuts, immediately followed by forgetting where they were buried and declaring bankruptcy. Not exactly Warren Buffett.
The Liberating (and Uncomfortable) Truth Bomb
The woman I built saved me. She was a masterpiece of survival, forged in fires I didn't control. And I honour her fiercely for that. But clinging to those survival blueprints when the war is over? That keeps us trapped in cycles that look like success but feel like walking on tectonic plates.
My breakthrough wasn't about blame, but awareness:
Rebuilding with Choice, Not Default
This is where the real creativity, wisdom, passion, and imagination ignite! 🔥 It’s not about tearing down the old fortress, but consciously redesigning the foundation.
😂 Think of it like upgrading from a leaky rowboat held together by duct tape and hope to… well, maybe not a superyacht yet, but definitely a sturdy, sea-worthy vessel with a functional compass. Progress, not perfection!
Your Turn: Where Are Your Brilliant Disguises Hiding?
Are you ready to audit your own "good person" credentials? To explore the bedrock beneath your achievements? To transform survival brilliance into authentic, sustainable thriving?
I’m fiercely passionate about guiding women through this exact excavation and redesign. Because building a life on chosen values, not inherited trauma, is the ultimate freedom.
Here’s how we can start together:
Let’s get imaginative. Let’s get wise. Let’s channel our creative fire not just to survive, but to thrive on foundations we consciously choose. The soil is fertile. Let's plant something magnificent.
What brilliant disguise are you ready to gently unmask?