The Story Behind Slow Breaths
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Slow Breaths began long before it had a name.
My work with children began in the classroom where I spent over a decade teaching and learning alongside them. Every day, I saw how deeply children feel, and how they try to work through those feelings in the only ways they know how. Some found ways that helped. Many didn’t.
What stayed with me was how much those moments mattered. How easily they could shape a child’s confidence, their relationships and the way they saw themselves.
Then I became a mother.
And everything I had seen in other children suddenly felt closer. More personal. I found myself thinking not just about what children go through, but about what they are given to help them through it.
I knew I wanted something different for my own children.
I wanted them to grow up understanding their feelings, not feeling overwhelmed by them. I wanted them to have simple, steady ways to move through those moments with confidence. To feel capable, not confused.
That’s what led me back to university to study psychological science.
I wanted to understand more. Not just what children feel, but why, and what truly helps.
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From there, I worked as a provisional psychologist and later as a guidance counsellor, supporting children and families in a more focused way. Across both roles, I kept seeing the same thing.
When children are given the chance to understand what’s happening inside them, something shifts.
You can see it in them. The relief. The calm. The way their shoulders soften. The way they begin to trust themselves.
Those moments stayed with me.
And over time, they shaped what Slow Breaths would become.
Slow Breaths was created to make those moments more possible.
Not just in therapy rooms or classrooms, but in homes, in everyday life, in the small moments that matter most.
It’s about giving children simple, meaningful ways to understand their feelings, and giving the adults around them something steady to guide them.
Because when a child begins to understand themselves, everything changes.
And sometimes, that change begins with something small…a few slow breaths.