Well Sh*t
This Isn’t a Goodbye Letter, It’s a Plot Twist...
This isn't the post I wanted to write...
Well. Sh*t.
This isn’t the post I wanted to write.
This isn’t the timeline I signed up for.
And this definitely isn’t the “Yay, I’m scaling my business to six figures and launching a course” kind of update.
Nope.
This is the “I’m shutting down my business because my body has gone full sabotage mode and turned me into a sentient houseplant” kind of update.
I’m closing my business
(for now).
Because I’m sick. Like, properly sick. Not "drink a smoothie and do some yoga" sick. We're talking year-long undiagnosed severe anemia, body pain that feels like I’ve been run over by a philosophical elephant, and fatigue that could humble a monk. Add a big ol’ scoop of brain fog, and boom -> I’m basically a ghost with Wi-Fi.
But here’s the thing...
I loved my work.
I loved my clients — actual magical humans who let me be a part of their growth and transformation. Watching people come alive, shift, rise, unravel, rewire — that was my jam. I didn’t build this business out of boredom. I built it because I couldn’t not do it. And walking away? Yeah, it’s breaking my heart a little.
But when your body throws up a giant STOP sign and starts speaking only in symptoms, you listen or you get dragged. And I’ve been getting dragged for months. I’ve spent a year trying to push through. Spoiler: It didn’t work.
So what now?
Now... I heal.
I write. I rest. I rage at the medical system. I eat iron-rich foods like a goddamn vampire.
And I use this very URL to document this next weird chapter.
Think of it as a blog.
But not the kind with “10 wellness tips” or perfectly filtered smoothie bowls.
No, no. This’ll be more like:
- “How to grieve your dreams while lying on the floor.”
- “Metaphors for pain that sound poetic but are mostly just swearing.”
- “How to become the main character in your healing journey when your brain is soup.”
- “What happens when your nervous system finally hits ‘F*ck this’.”
It’ll be funny. It’ll be dark. It’ll be wildly honest.
And maybe — just maybe — it’ll become the seed of something new. A different business. A different voice. One that helps people who’ve also been slapped across the face by life when they were mid-dream.
But for now: no plans. No launches. No pressure.
Just truthbombs, sarcasm, and chronic illness realness.
If you’ve worked with me — thank you. Honestly. I mean that from my foggy little soul. You let me do work I adored, and I’ll never forget that.
And if you’re here now, reading this, wondering WTF is next… same.
Let’s find out. Slowly. Gently. Unhingedly.
Much love,
Sanne
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