There comes a point in a woman’s life when the fire changes form. It doesn’t burn to prove anymore, it burns to illuminate. Midlife asks us to let go of what we’ve been, to soften into what we are becoming. It is a sacred unravelling, a space between medicine and mystery, between doing and simply being. Here, the elder begins to rise - slower, steadier, truer.

The word midwife comes from the old English “mid wif” it means “with woman.” Not above, not for, not instead of. Simply with. A midwife is one who stands beside. Who bears witness. Who holds, who notices, who encourages.

This is ancient work. Before hospitals and textbooks, before titles and certificates, there were always women walking with women. The Wise Women of the village, the keepers of stories, the healers who used herbs, hands, songs, and silence. They were midwives not just for birth, but for all thresholds - the bleeding of first moons, the bringing forth of life, the mourning of loss, the crossing into menopause, the stepping into elderhood.

Periods are not weakness. They are not dirty. They are not “the curse.”

They are the red river of life.

Across the world, girls are given pads but not power. They’re told to whisper, to hide tampons up their sleeve, to excuse themselves in shame.

But here’s the truth: menstruation is not a private embarrassment. It is a vital sign of health.

Self-hypnosis is not magic. It is not trickery. It’s the quiet, powerful work of teaching your mind to see differently and, in doing so, reshaping how your body responds.

When we drop into a state of relaxation, when the breath softens and the noise of the outside world fades, the subconscious opens. This is the place where old stories are stored. Stories that whisper: “You can’t.” “You’re not enough.” “This is too much for you.”

Life moves us through chapters, sometimes gently, sometimes like an earthquake. We find ourselves in new places: puberty, womanhood, motherhood, menopause, grief, endings, beginnings. And often, no one stops to say:

This is a threshold. This is real. This matters.

Every culture has its Wise Woman.

She is the healer, the midwife, the grandmother, the herbalist, the keeper of stories. She knows life and death, thresholds and transitions. She is feared and revered because she cannot be controlled.

And whether we realise it or not, that archetype lives within us.

For years, I have walked with women through birth.
I have sat beside them in labour, held their hands in the hours after, listened to their stories of joy, and carried the weight of their stories of pain.

But somewhere along the way, I realised something.

It isn’t just about birth.
It’s about all the thresholds women cross in a lifetime.

Puberty. Motherhood. Menopause. Grief. Loss. Becoming.

These are not failures or weaknesses. They are initiations. Each one changes us. Each one asks us to let go of something old and step into something new.

And too often, women are left to face those thresholds alone.

Healing from birth trauma is possible—and it begins with acknowledgment. Bonding may take time—and that’s okay. It’s never too late to reconnect, rebuild, and create a nurturing space for your baby and your relationship.

Emergency births can be lifesaving—but they can also be life-altering. Trauma therapy empowers mums to reclaim their story, their strength, and their sense of wholeness.

Whether I’m training a midwife in trauma-informed language or sitting with a mother as she shares her story for the first time, the goal is the same: to help women feel safe, supported, and truly seen. No one should have to carry the weight of birth trauma alone.