
One moment I was clearing my inbox. The next, I felt a warm gush run down my legs. I looked down and saw blood everywhere.
The physical aftermath of a miscarriage weeks earlier, a horrifying experience many women go through that I thought I'd avoided. But here I was in the office, wearing light-coloured jeans, with an Instagram Live in two hours.
I didn't say a word. I wrapped a cardigan around my waist, muttered something about needing to duck out, and left as quickly as I could — heart racing, cheeks burning, trying not to cry.
I drove home, showered, changed my clothes, and came straight back. Then I sat down in front of the camera, hit "go live"… and smiled like nothing had happened.
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That moment defined me, not because I was proud of how I kept going, but because I realised just how much I was silently carrying.
For six years, I battled infertility while building a digital agency, The Search Republic. While managing $700million plus in client sales and scaling to seven figures, I was also navigating hormones, failed IVF cycles, pregnancy loss, and emotional burnout.