Once upon a red flag…
I was a hopeless romantic with a perfectly curated life: a full heart, and dreams bigger than his emotional capacity.

Long story short: I married a cheater.
9 years in the bin.

I cracked open my notes app and wrote:

“What the actual f*ck.”

And that, my friends, was the first line of what would later become

The Better Than Therapy Journal®

I knew I had to leave. But let’s be honest, walking away from a marriage isn’t just packing a suitcase & slamming the door like the movies.
It’s dismantling the life you built brick by brick, with shaky hands & mascara running down your face.

Determined to heal, I did what I needed to do, I asked for help. Found a therapist. And dove straight into the deep end of self-work.

I documented everything.

Every therapy session, every emotional question googled twice to deeply understand, every late-night note-to-self typed into my phone at 2am.

I journaled the prompts from my therapist.

I wrote poetry.

I sketched funny little doodles.

I listened to Ted Talks & audiobooks like my life depended on it (because it did).

My phone became my secret vault of heartbreak, healing, & “aha” moments.

Not long after, my sister went through it too, the same heartbreak, the same gut-punch devastation.

Of course, I couldn’t just sit back with popcorn & watch her crumble.
I handed her my organised notes, sketches, & journal entries I’d made. Facetimed the prompts with her, & went through it step by step, day after day. It helped, a lot.

Then a friend was betrayed.

Then another.

And another.

Each time, the same story: betrayal, heartbreak, disbelief, “what do I do now?” And each time, my little system of steps, using the prompts, sharing the raw humour & healing hacks gave someone else a lifeline.

The feedback?

“This actually helps.”

“You should share this with more women.”

“Do you realise how many of us need this?”

And that’s when it hit me: maybe my heartbreak wasn’t just for me to survive.
Maybe it was the blueprint for something bigger.

That “something” became The Better Than Therapy Journal®

What you’re holding (or about to) didn’t appear overnight. It’s the result of almost two years of relentless work.
A soul-led passion project built while I was also raising three children and rebuilding my life.

This journal was born in the:

Late nights lit by the glow of my laptop.

4am wake up by a new idea that I needed to write out, immediately.

Endless sketches, rewrites, & edits crammed between school runs & bedtime stories.

I poured myself into every detail:

• From creating the limited company, getting the trademarking, & business accounting.

• Designing each page individually, creating new fonts, doodling the sketches, writing the words, weaving in the humour & the heartbreak.

• Designing the cover, the custom packaging, mapping the website, pantone & sourcing the printing.

• To Learning the publishing world, funding the whole project, while also learning how to heal myself.

I did it all, single-handedly, fueled by one unshakable mission:

to give women going through betrayal the safe space I wish I’d had when I needed it most.