Macy Davis
Growing up, I faced a lot of trauma and often felt like I was moving from one disaster to the next. I believed the world hated me, and in return, I hated it back. It wasn’t until I was at university in my late 30s that I truly began to understand myself. When my husband’s gran passed away, I experienced not only the grief of losing her but also a wave of long-held grief for my own gran, who had died when I was a child. Until then, I hadn’t realised how much that early loss had stayed with me.
This moment became a turning point in how I understood my life and the unhealthy ways I had coped. This shift in my understanding not only helped me but also ignited my passion to make a difference for other young people, in the way I wished someone had been there for me when I was young.
I’m also a full-time mum to two amazing, neurodivergent boys and have a deep understanding of the daily realities and emotional toll this brings.
When I’m not working or being a mum, I find peace in the Lake District, hiking. For me, self-care is essential, and there’s something about being on the fells that feeds my soul in a way nothing else does.