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When We Keep Going: The Strange, Brave Dance of Progress

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When We Keep Going: The Strange, Brave Dance of Progress Have you ever noticed how life rarely moves in a neat, straight line? We’re taught that success is all about relentless forward motion, hustle harder, push through, and never give up. And yet, anyone who’s ever done anything hard knows that progress doesn’t always look like a single upward climb. Sometimes it feels like we’re wading through mud. Other times it’s two steps back, one step forward—or worse, we stand still for what feels like forever, holding our breath in the middle of the unknown. So what is it that makes us keep showing up, even when every part of us wants to quit? The Fuel Beneath the Frustration If you ask people what keeps them going, the answers are as messy and varied as we are. For some, it’s love—for a child, a partner, or a dream version of themselves they’re not ready to give up on. For others, it’s sheer stubbornness, the refusal to let life win without a fight. Sometimes it’s hope in disguis...
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The Truth About Moral Injury Recovery: It Doesn’t Go in a Straight Line

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The Truth About Moral Injury Recovery: It Doesn’t Go in a Straight Line If you are walking the road of recovery from moral injury, there is something you need to hear – not the polished version, not the hopeful Instagram quote version, but the honest one. It is not linear. It is not tidy. And it does not move in one direction. One day, you can feel grounded, capable, almost like yourself again. You get through a conversation without the familiar tightness in your chest. You make a decision without spiralling into self-doubt. You laugh - and it feels real. And then, sometimes within hours, something shifts. A memory. A tone of voice. An email. A moment of stillness where your mind finally catches up. Suddenly, you feel like a fraud. Like everything you believed about your progress was wishful thinking. Like you’ve been pretending to cope. Like you are one step away from being “found out” as not good enough, not strong enough, and not who people think you are. That swing from “I’m o...
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Burnout vs Moral Injury: Why the Difference Matters More Than Ever

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Burnout vs Moral Injury: Why the Difference Matters More Than Ever For years in health and social care, we have talked about burnout . We have trained people to spot it. We have written policies about it. We have built entire wellbeing strategies around it. And yet, something isn’t working. Because increasingly, the people I speak to - nurses, carers, leaders, managers, clinicians, service professionals - aren’t just tired. They are morally distressed . They are not simply overwhelmed by workload. They are wounded by what they have been asked to tolerate, carry, or participate in. No amount of yoga, annual leave, resilience webinars, or “self-care reminders” is touching the real pain. That deeper wound has a name. Moral injury. And understanding the difference between burnout and moral injury is no longer optional. It is essential — for leaders, organisations, and systems that genuinely want to retain, protect, and honour the people who care. What Burnout Actually Is Burnout is rea...
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Can You Be Functioning Well on the Outside but Feel Morally Broken on the Inside?

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  Can You Be Functioning Well on the Outside but Feel Morally Broken on the Inside? For many people, this is the most confusing part. They are still showing up. Still delivering. Still doing what is asked of them. From the outside, they look capable - even successful. And yet, inside, something feels fractured. They struggle to name it because nothing has “gone wrong” in the way people expect. There has been no breakdown, no dramatic collapse, no obvious failure. In fact, if anything, they are doing too well to justify how bad it feels. So, they stay quiet. The hidden cost of appearing “fine” Functioning can become a kind of armour. It protects people from scrutiny and from having to explain what they don’t yet have words for. It allows them to keep moving, keep contributing, and keep meeting expectations - even while something inside them is eroding. Many people experiencing moral injury describe a strange double life: outward competence alongside i...
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How Do I Begin to Heal Moral Injury When I Don’t Yet Have the Language for What Happened?

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  How Do I Begin to Heal Moral Injury When I Don’t Yet Have the Language for What Happened? Most people do not arrive at moral injury with words. They arrive with a sensation. A tightness that doesn’t ease. A heaviness that sits behind the ribs. A sense of being quietly out of step with themselves. They often say things like, “I don’t know how to explain it,” or “I can’t put my finger on what’s wrong – I just know something is.” In a culture that values articulation, insight, and clarity, not having the language can feel like another failure. As if healing is something you’re meant to do properly – with  the right terms, the right explanation, and the right narrative. But moral injury does not begin in language. It begins in experience. Why moral injury resists words Moral injury forms in situations that overwhelm ordinary meaning-making. Moments where: the right thing could not be done every option carried harm silence felt safe...
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How can I tell if I’m “just exhausted” - or if something deeper has been damaged inside me?

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  How can I tell if I’m “just exhausted” – or if something deeper has been damaged inside me? This is one of the hardest questions people ask me. Often, they don’t ask it out loud. They sit with it quietly, usually late at night, when the noise of the day has finally dropped, and there’s nothing left to distract them from the feeling that something isn’t right . They say things like: “I know I’m tired… but this feels different.” “Rest helps my body, but not whatever this is.” “I’ve been exhausted before; this feels heavier.” And they’re right. Exhaustion is familiar. This isn’t. Exhaustion has an edge. Moral injury has a weight. Exhaustion lives in the body and the mind. It’s the result of too much – too  many hours, too many demands, too little recovery. When you’re exhausted: sleep helps time off helps laughter creeps back in motivation slowly returns Even if it takes a while, exhaustion responds to rest. Moral injury doe...
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Sacred Self Leadeship When Times Are Really Tough

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   SACRED SELF-LEADERSHIP WHEN TIMES ARE REALLY TOUGH There are moments in life when the bottom seems to fall out from under you. You’re not sure if you’re standing or floating, falling or frozen. You blink back tears in meetings, feel your chest tighten when the phone rings, are reluctant to open the next email, and dread the silence that greets you when the day finally slows down. These are the moments no one trains us for. These are the sacred thresholds of self-leadership. Sacred Doesn’t Mean Polished Let’s be honest, there’s nothing glamorous about leading yourself when your world feels like it’s crumbling. Sacred doesn’t mean tidy. It doesn’t mean Zen candles, perfect morning routines, or curated affirmations. Sacred self-leadership is raw. It’s you, slumped in the car after a shift, screaming into a towel, or staring at the ceiling at 2am, wondering how you’ll face another day. And yet… something stirs in those moments. Not a fix. Not a solution. But a fli...
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The Healing Pause: Why Time by the Sea Restores More Than We Realise

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There comes a moment when even the most dedicated among us feel the pull of stillness. The body whispers before the mind catches up: shoulders heavy, jaw tight, thoughts circling like restless birds. That whisper is often ignored in the rush of work, deadlines, and endless responsibility, until it becomes a shout. That’s when we need to step away. Not in defeat, but in care. For me, that reset happens by the sea. The moment my feet touch the sand, my nervous system seems to recognise something older than memory. The salty air, the sound of waves, the wide horizon, they all work together to remind my body that it’s safe to soften. The sea doesn’t ask me to achieve or perform; it simply invites me to be. When I spend time there with my family, something shifts even more deeply. Watching my loved ones laugh, skim stones, or walk quietly alongside me grounds me in a way no meeting or achievement ever could. Their presence, coupled with the rhythmic rise and fall of the tide, dr...
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