I’m Helen, The No Bullsh*t Coach – a life coach who helps business owners to make the most of their self-employed freedom.

With my own experiences overcoming trauma, anxiety, autism, and parenting a sick child, I understand life’s challenges intimately. After a transformative period in my life where I discovered my true self, I built my business and a new relationship rooted in that self-knowledge.

My approach is helping people to own their stories, put aside unhelpful narratives, practice radical self-kindness, and strengthen their relationship with themselves. I’m here to help you to squeeze every last drop of enjoyment out of life and business.

Clients say I’ve changed their lives by helping them develop inner strength, clarity, and the ability to put themselves first. As one shared: “I cannot believe how freely and comfortably I can talk with you. It always amazes me what I get from our sessions.”

So bring me your struggles and stuck places, and let’s transform your life into what you want it to be. With emotional intelligence, perception, and my own experience battling through, I can help you to sort through life’s sh*t to uncover the happiness you deserve.

Never far from a coffee, fond of a glass of Malbec, mum to two boys and a cockerpoo, I live my life how I want to, and to hell with anybody’s expectations.

This is what I want for you too. For you to find your passion, find the joy, be free to live your adventures, and treat yourself with excessive kindness.

Iโ€™ve been running my business support agency since 2018, and Iโ€™ve been a parent since 2011. Further back, Iโ€™ve been a female human since 1980. All of those things have taught me a hell of a lot. Iโ€™ve also been on my own journey of counselling, therapy and coaching which, in part, led me to become a coach myself.

My other reason for training as a coach was that, as a virtual assistant, I was working with many business owners who didnโ€™t have anyone to talk to about their fears and aspirations. I enjoyed being that person for them and wanted to learn how to do it really effectively.

I see clients in person if they are local to me in South Manchester, and work virtually with clients around the world.

Want to know more? Let me tell you my story…

I knew what it was all about when I was 14.

Freedom, joy, passion, adventure and owning my own story โ€“ the values that I hold dear today โ€“ those were what my 14 year old self was all about. She knew she liked wide open spaces, running through the outdoors, walking alone in the early morning light. She knew she loved music, loud happy music, and she knew she loved love. She wanted it all, the big passion, the excitement, all of the adventures. She was so ready for life to sweep her off her feet.

And thenโ€ฆI got my first boyfriend. And from the age of 15 until the age of 37, life took me away from that girl. Not in any dramatic way. Just in the slow drip drip of what other people call โ€œrealityโ€. Disappointments. Not being seen. Needs not being met. Being โ€œtoo muchโ€. Not being โ€œcoolโ€. Not being โ€œrealisticโ€. Being abandoned. Undiagnosed (completely unknown) neurodivergence leading to massive anxiety and panic. Not belonging. Social anxiety.

I got married to a good man who would keep me safe. By the age of 26 safety was all I wanted. But that 14 year old never went away. She was awakened in 2017 and she has never looked back. That is a story for later on this weekโ€ฆ

What did you know then that you have forgotten? Have you lost the essence of yourself? Is it time that we went and found them?

I have peeled many layers of my onion.

Thatโ€™s what healing my mental health has been like for me. Peeling an onion. The very first layer was counselling in my mid-twenties, my emotional outbursts having become โ€œout of controlโ€. (I would now of course say that how little my needs were being met was out of control) I talked about my grandmother and the toxic influence she was on my family. That was layer number one.

The second layer was CBT for social anxiety, when attending social events for work became panic inducing. CBT worked well for me because it is structured and has specific exercises you can do to build resilience. I had a second round of it when motherhood knocked me for six.

Motherhood. That first baby. Holy hell in a hand basket. Back then I didnโ€™t even know that I had clinical anxiety let alone probable neuro-divergence. I have been taking Sertraline for anxiety for the last 8 years, but when my darling Edward was born in 2011 I hadnโ€™t got nearly that far. Motherhood makes you face your mental health, because it pushes you off a cliff. No sleep, no familiarity, no routine, little social connection, so much noiseโ€ฆit was hell. I wouldnโ€™t do those first baby days again if you paid me ยฃ1 million.

So, much CBT and medication later, I emerged stronger and far more aware of the workings of my own brain. Not nearly as aware as I am now, but itโ€™s all a journey. The next layer was some more counselling, maintenance counselling I called it, just to keep me on track, particularly through the experience of baby number two, whom you can read about below.

I worked with an NLP master practitioner in 2020 to dig deep into the origins of my fear of abandonment. That was incredibly powerful and left me feeling like I have a much smaller onion to peel. The most recent layer was discovering I am almost certainly autistic (no formal diagnosis sought) which makes everything in my life make so much more sense. Clarity at last.

This girl was never bad, too much, overwhelmed or incapable. Her brain just works in a different way. You are not too much or incapable either. How about we love ourselves for who we are?

He came into the world yelling.

And we were delighted and I said โ€œgood boy!โ€ because we had been warned he might come out blue. Not my David. Heโ€™s never stopped making a racket ever since he emerged caesarean style and was taken straight to the NICU.

My second baby did not enter this world with a gentle homebirth like his brother. Oh no. David has Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome, the left side of his heart didnโ€™t develop, so he emerged in hospital which mucho drama and was taken the next day to Alder Hey.

Open heart surgery at 5 days old. Open heart surgery at 5 months old. Open heart surgery at 4ยฝ years old. If you havenโ€™t been through the paediatric hospital journey, it is just as dramatic and distressing as you imagine, but you also just get on with day to day life because another choice doesnโ€™t exist. And you laugh along the way. And do normal things. Because that is human nature.

We have been incredibly lucky with David. Outside of his surgeries, he has needed no additional care. He takes aspirin once a day and that is the extent of his day-to-day care. He is paler than most kids. He canโ€™t do quite as much P.E. Other than that? Well Iโ€™d say heโ€™s a normal child but there is nothing normal about our family. We are all neuro-divergent, we joke that we donโ€™t trust โ€œnormalโ€ people because they are weird!

Having David launched me into campaigning for better breastfeeding support on paediatric wards. For more info on this check out Lyndsey Hookway’s work on Breastfeeding the Brave. Long before I was the No Bullsh*t Coach, I was calling out bullsh*t in maternity care, health visiting, paediatrics and postnatal care, via voluntary work that led to campaigning.

From dark mental health crashes to public speaking opportunities, from tears, fears and despair to campaigning victories, being David’s mum has taken me to so many places.

Motherhood changes all of us. It is a womanโ€™s hero journey (check out my blog on the Call to Adventure for more) and we will never be the same.

Are you ready to emerge from those early years and rise as the hero that you are?

Wowsers.

That was the title of his first Reddit message to me. My life would never be the same.

What was I doing on Reddit? I had found an audio porn community, recordings of stories, scripts, scenarios and the sounds of people simply enjoying themselves alone. I hadnโ€™t known until then that audio is where itโ€™s at for me but whew did it blow my mind. I was straight in and loving it, listening to all that I could find.

Not being able to do anything from the sidelines, I quickly made an account and started submitting audios of my own. I had a tonne of fun and made a lot of online friends.

Wowsers! was in response to the very first audio I submitted. All I knew was this guyโ€™s username, and tbh I didnโ€™t even have any proof that he was a guy. Yet the connection was instant. It was like he had just opened the door, walked into my life and boom. That was it.

Our online affair became an in person affair, even though he lived in America. We first met in person in June 2017 when I flew out to spend a week with him in North Carolina and Georgia. My then husband knew all about the affair but his side of the experience is not my story to tell. Suffice to say nothing I do is standard.

My boy was 10 years younger than me, and I canโ€™t tell you his name because some in his life never knew about us. But this was the romance. This was the passion. This was the adventure. This was everything I had ever wanted and I flew.

We knew it couldnโ€™t last, he wanted a wife and family of his own. It was always going to have to be brief.

14 months, 5 trips and countless hours on Skype later, it ended.

I have never experienced grief and pain like it. It was the hardest thing I have ever gone through, and it took me 3 ยฝ years to complete that heartbreak journey. Not once did I regret it. You get an opportunity like that, you take it. It made me the woman I was always supposed to be. Parting was brutal but I’m so proud of us for taking the opportunity to be together, because it has led us both to the lives that we wanted.

Do I tell you to squeeze every last drop of enjoyment out of life? You bet I bloody do.

I did it all wrong.

This glorious relationship that I have been in since September 2018? Yeah I did it all wrong.

In the depths of my heartbreak (see yesterdayโ€™s post) I went straight back to Reddit and made lots of new online friends. One of these was Alex, a then 27 year old American (oh yes, I have a type) from Buffalo, New York state. We met when I was 5 months into a 3 ยฝ year journey through heartbreak and thatโ€™s not right is it? You canโ€™t start a relationship with someone when you are still hung up on somebody else, when you are still texting the ex?

B*llocks. You can do whatever you like.

Yeah but you canโ€™t have a fulfilling intimate relationship with a man who lives 4,000 miles away and whom you only see every 2 months. Can you?

Sure you can. You can do whatever you like.

Okay, but then obviously you canโ€™t bring your whole self, your neuro-divergent perimenopausal hugely emotional self to a guy 10 years your junior who doesnโ€™t have kids and lives on his own. Surely heโ€™s not going to welcome that?

Wrong. No one has ever accepted the whole of me more.

Soโ€ฆI get to have daily emotional support and all of my needs met, without having to live with another adult or have someone else interfering in daily life and parenting?

Yep. Oh, and heโ€™s really freaking hot.

What I get told next tends to beโ€ฆโ€you are so luckyโ€. Fortunate maybe. Lucky? No. This relationship didnโ€™t just fall from the sky. We have both had to put in the work, every day. Learning more and more about how to meet each others needs with words when we are miles and miles apart. Learning how to manage each others emotional baggage, fears and wounds. Chipping away at the walls of safety that he built from childhood hurts, whilst navigating me through grief and loss and the rebuilding of my life.

We’ve done it all wrong. Which is why I never asked for advice. No one could tell me how to navigate this, it doesnโ€™t fall within the textbooks. Which is why Iโ€™ll never give you textbook advice.

What do you want? How shall we get it? Those are my questions to you, and to hell with what everyone thinks is “right”.

Being employed was not going to happen.

In October 2018 I was nearly divorced, I was deep in heartbreak, my mental health was a mess, and there was no way I could face going back to employment after 8 years out of the workplace. I needed an income but I needed my freedom.

So I set up HC Business Support and started out as a VA. A friend found me my very first client, and more clients followed suit. So much so that at the end of 2019 I took on Sam MacMahon and Jo Egerton as my first associates, and rebranded to Clear Day.

Working closely with business owners and sole traders, I found that as well as tackling their admin, I was also providing a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on and a sounding board for advice. I was working mainly with women, and I had already spent a good deal of time working voluntarily with women for whom the parenting journey was a struggle. I had received some coaching myself and it just all came together: I knew I wanted to coach.

At the beginning of 2020 I did my training with The MOE Foundation. Whilst we were all stuck in lockdown, I started to offer online coaching sessions alongside the VA work and social media support I was already providing, and my coaching practice grew from there. In 2021 the podcast was born, and in 2022 my first book was published. You can find out more via the links in my bio.

I may work with business owners but Iโ€™m not a business coach. Iโ€™m a life coach. Because letโ€™s face it, itโ€™s impossible to separate out work from the rest of your life, and I like to work with you on it all.

Everything I have learned, everything that has helped, everything that has hindered, I pour all of this knowledge into the work that I do with my clients. No bullsh*t, no nonsense, just lots of self-kindness and honesty and an encouragement of joy.

As a self-employed woman you have the freedom of being your own boss, but you have forgotten your passion, forgotten adventure, cannot remember what brings you joy. I help you to use your freedom, own your story and rediscover who you are.

Ready for adventure? Get in touch so we can get started. Helen x

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