Welcome to Confessions of a Quiet Storm
And the stories we rarely tell
I wasn’t sure what to call this space.
As I’m not just one thing, and I’m guessing neither are you.
I’ve been carrying this desire to write for years.
However, I kept holding back.
Partly because I didn’t know how to “label” it.
It’s not just faith. It’s not just business. It’s not just life stories.
It’s everything. The messy middle. The quiet victories. The breaking. The becoming.
And partly because of my business mind, I felt pressure—pressure to turn it into something “useful” or “profitable” right away.
However, the truth is, I don’t want this to be a funnel or a product.
I want it to be a place.
A place for truth. For reflection. For connection. For the stories we rarely tell.
So, what is this really?
It’s a space to write things that don’t always fit neatly into a brand or business.
To share the stories behind the stats.
To write what I’ve lived:
Running barefoot as a child in Botswana and dodging elephants on athletics day
Building businesses across Africa and the UK—and learning the hard way what to do (and what not to do)
Losing everything but what fit into a small hatch back
Spiritual warfare, burnout, faith rediscovered
Coaching teams, firing teams, rebuilding after it all
Woo-woo to worship. Hustle to healing.
Workaholic diaries, Ironman finish lines, business lawsuits, deep sea dives
Entrepreneurship, discipline, ADHD, imposter syndrome, resilience, and finding my feminine in the fire
And so much more.
What you can expect here:
I’m not here to teach.
This isn’t advice.
Just honest stories I’ve lived, and the truth I’m still figuring out.
Sometimes it’ll be raw.
Sometimes soft.
Sometimes just real, because that’s enough.
Some posts might sound like letters to a friend.
Others might feel like the words you didn’t know you needed to hear.
All of them? Faith-filled, failure-soaked, grace-laced, and fiercely human.
Why now?
Because I believe stories heal and truth inspires.
They connect.
They shift something.
They might not fix anything, but they remind us we’re not alone.
This space is for anyone who’s been in-between.
Anyone who’s rebuilding. Anyone who’s tired of pretending or trying to be only one thing.
Thank you for being here.
Thank you for giving your time and attention to these words.
I don’t take it lightly.
If something you read here stirs something in you, I’d love to hear about it.
If not, that’s okay too. Sometimes, it’s enough to simply sit with the words and let them land.
You’re not alone here.
And maybe, neither am I.
🤍
Michélle
