For years I was the ultimate Miss Independent. I never asked for help, and somehow I always ended up paying for everything and everyone, by choice! Wherever you saw me, my gang of girls was never far behind. Brighton, where I lived for 15 years, or Birmingham, I was always out having fun.
Until it wasn't fun any more. Cracks started to show in friendships built on nothing but partying and being wild. I was sick of shallow connections, and despite working myself into the ground, I was constantly skint.
Today, money comes to me from several income streams, including my own accredited training school, and the pull towards the people and habits that drained my energy and my bank account has gone. In its place are brilliant women who actually have my back, and a life I'm learning to love waking up to.
Get That Money Honey is the healing that got me there, after yet another horrendous relationship where I gave away all my power and trusted a monster dressed up as a prince.
