Hi 30’s! I can’t believe I’m here.

As I sit and reflect over the last few days, I find myself emotional over the amount of love I’ve received. An honest and loving sisterhood showed up for me. I may have built this community, but it blows me away everyday how my clients come together as friends and sisters to show unconditional love and support for everyone we welcome.

A group of girls from my Sisterhood celebrated me hard. I mean, showed up with more balloons than my condo can handle LOL and gave me the best gift a girl could ask for - friendship.

Growing up I never felt like I was part of something. I was always searching for more. Maybe it was that I understood energy at a young age and knew what and who to keep around me. Maybe it was that I always had insight into what was coming and not knowing how to manage it or understand it was tough. I went through friend groups trying to find a safe place to let go where I could just be me. It wasn’t until I...

The one thing that was supposed to be saving me was killing me.

Medication. Such a love-hate relationship with you. You were supposed to be put me back together - yet you did the complete opposite. For eight years you took my strength, my confidence and my self-worth.

This is a SUPER exciting transformation for me, and one I’m finally ready to share - very openly!

Those who have followed me and my open journey around mental health, thank you for always giving me the floor to talk so safely about it.

For the rest of you just getting to know me.

Hi! I’m Courtney, and I consciously chose to be candid about my struggles, after being attached to the diagnosis of Rapid Cycling Bipolar 1 Disorder in 2010. The mountains I’ve had to climb have been steep, real steep. But being on the other side of the hills now feels hella good.

When I was first diagnosed, I was pumped and probed with so many medications that not only did I not feel like myself, my body was physically...

My worst nightmare - throwing up.

Emetophobia is the official name for the debilitating and irrational fear about the act or possibility of vomiting. No one likes to be sick but for me, it's a HUGE part of who I am, how I live my life and my day to day behaviours. I’ve never shared this part of me and I don’t talk about this fear with most people who pop by in my life, but I truly think that there are so many more of us out there; those of us who are excessive and take the whole getting sick thing to the next level. I’m sharing and getting real about some of my quirks.

• If anyone mentions not feeling well, I’m so out. Growing up I would literally move out of my house if someone in the fam was sick. I had a bag packed and I was ready to go wherever I needed too until the house was super disinfected.

• I so badly dream of being a mom but am so challenged by what comes with that. Can I really handle it?

• I don’t drink very much and you won’t find...