I’ve kept journals for more than ten years. They are probably the closest thing I have to an archive of my own brain.

They’re full of everything: relationships, work, sex, grief, family, money, spirituality, really bad decisions, good decisions, therapy, ambition, anger and hundreds of attempts to understand myself after I had done something I already knew wasn’t good for me.

Inner Alchemy came out of that. Not from a single turning point, but from years of noticing the same question underneath everything: why do I keep doing this when I already know better? The workbooks, the quiz and the essays are all versions of the answer I kept wanting someone to hand me.

What actually qualifies me to do this? I completed a Bachelor of Psychological Science, and I’ve worked in trauma and support settings. I’m not a registered psychologist, and Inner Alchemy isn’t therapy or a clinical service — it’s educational and reflective work, and it will tell you clearly when something belongs with an actual person instead of a page.

Personal experience isn’t a professional qualification, but it shapes what I build — thoughtful enough to take seriously, practical enough to actually use, open-minded enough to leave room for spirituality, and honest enough to tell you when a workbook isn’t the answer.