About me
Hi, welcome! Firstly, it’s so nice to have you in my little corner of the internet. I’m Rosanna, but everyone calls me Rosie. I’m a multi-passionate being whose interests span from writing speculative fiction to Celtic mythology, anti-capitalist politics, and learning how to lead a community- and soul-led life in this wildly beautiful and yet very broken world.
I’m living in a white, cis and fully abled female body; I’ve had the fortune of being Masters-level educated (granted in creative writing, cos choices, choices!). I was born in England to two British parents who moved and raised my three siblings and me in so-called Australia (Wurundjeri Country). Growing up, my dad was the stay-at-home parent and my mum, the single breadwinner and career-builder in our working-to-middle-class family. For the past three years, I’ve been living in and calling Berlin, Germany, my home.
All these intersecting experiences and identities mean I’ve benefited from various systemic privileges in my life and have also been deeply affected and shaped by sexism, patriarchy and misogyny, the unrootedness that comes with familial and personal migration and the challenges of being a highly sensitive creative in the capitalist system. All of which deeply shape and drive my approach to this work.
My approach
Feminine embodiment coaching
As a Feminine Embodiment coach, I create a container of unconditional acceptance and somatic safety for your unraveling and becoming. In this container, I combine deep questions with somatic exploration. Meaning new awareness is invited up and through your body’s language of sensation, as opposed to only your mind and words. I use body-based/somatic approaches such as breath, sound, movement and reposturing to unfreeze your stored life force (read power!), so you can create deep and lasting transformation.
My approach centres around shedding any limiting or unwanted conditioning from your upbringing, internalised capitalism, patriarchy, ageism, and so on. From here, your essential truths and soul-sourced desires are discovered, integrated and embodied. Drawing on the power of the Erotic, archetypes & mythology, magnetism, and cyclical, nature-based living, you’re supported to somatically reshape how you show up in the world and create a life aligned with your essential Self.
Curious?
Counselling & somatic trauma
In coaching, the focus is on supporting you from a place of stability, albeit one that feels lacking or out of alignment. As a holistic counsellor, however, I support people through challenging life stages, events, or mental health problems which fall within my scope. Here, the focus is on supporting you through difficulty and/or instability to a place in which further self-exploration and growth is more possible.
Similarly, using my somatic trauma training, I support people in repairing and resourcing after past or during ongoing (T)traumas. Using polyvagal theory and somatic Internal Family Systems approaches, I support clients to understand and regulate their nervous systems as well as work with and integrate the various parts of them that might be stuck in past trauma and survival patterns.
Through a discovery call, we can see which of these approaches, if not all, might be best suited to your circumstances and your goals.
My education
Feminine Embodiment Coach 2026
SCHOOL OF EMBODIED ARTS
Diploma of Counselling 2025
Australian Institute of Professional counsellors
Integrated Trauma Therapy Certificate 2025
The Embody lab
Registrations
Australian Counselling Association 2026
Level ONE registration
International Institute for Complementary Therapies
2026
Professional membership & INSURANCE
My journey
My journey to this work was unsurprisingly windy, bumpy and relatively long. Even as a child, I had a feeling I would or could work with people, supporting them with their emotions and challenges – likely because I was always praised for my emotional intelligence and ability to just get people. But life would take me other places first …
From about sixteen on, my self-development and spirituality journey was well and truly in full swing. From Western-mindfulness concepts such as Tolle’s The Power of Now, to attempts at comprehending and living Eastern spiritual wisdoms such as Buddhism or Hinduism, to trying on a whole host of pop-psychology frameworks – this journey was a hodge-podge one, to say the least. Behind it all, though, was a desperate search for help with my insecurities and experiences of depression and anxiety – from the deep sense of disconnect in myself and my life, despite how together both seemed.
From the outside, my life was completely on track. I’d finished two degrees, completed several internships and already landed my dream job by the time I was 22. But, without knowing it, I was living in perpetual fight/flight. I’d become deeply identified with the roles I played as a high-achiever and problem-less peacemaker. I was sourcing most, if not all, of my okayness and validation from external sources, including conforming to the male gaze, which saw me experience multiple bouts of disordered eating and unconsensual sexual relations. And through all of this, I was isolating myself. I couldn’t even let a best friend of nearly a decade know when I had a problem or a bad day because I needed to be perfect in others’ eyes, lest anyone know I was far, far from it.
Frequent headaches. Chronic digestive problems. Persistent sleep troubles. A feeling of always being on, my mind never, not once, taking a break. And, although not aware of it, totally numb from the neck down. The emotions and parts of me that yearned to be felt and expressed would occasionally bubble up and through my perfect-performer persona in the form of melt-downs or bouts of overwhelming sadness that only entrenched the sense that something was wrong with me and drove me further into hiding.
After my second romantic breakup, I was left so depleted, so deep in the cave of the underworld, I was forced to realise how much of myself I’d shoved away or contorted for partners, family dynamics, and the system. It was the tail end of the covid-19 pandemic, and I was in the darkness, with no friends, lovers or support outside of my family. My feeling that no one knew or loved me had never felt truer. Later, I would rise out of there to reclaim and integrate more of my Self than I ever had before. And this would eventually prompt me to move to Berlin, leave my first hard-won career job, and devote myself to my passion for creative writing.
In Berlin, however, I was truly alone. In a foreign country on the other side of the world, with just one loose contact to call upon, should I really need to. I was back in the cave again. This time by choice. Down there, with this fresh start, I wanted to heal the wounds that had kept me so detached from myself and widely awake at the wheel of someone else’s life. I learned about my nervous system, c-PTSD and did so much beautiful and painful inner-child work. In Berlin, I was fortunate enough to build new friendships and a community from scratch. I discovered my boundaries and needs and learnt I could be witnessed, held and loved with those intact.
But as is the case with life and our journeys, they are far from cyclical. There would be another, very needed, descent in 2025. Shortly upon returning to Berlin from a few months with family in Melbourne/Naarm, I attended a somatic workshop on sensuality and pleasure. There, I was introduced to the Wild Woman’s Way (Michala Borne), which I listened to in a few starving inhales, sobbing in resonance. And then I listened to If Women Rose Rooted (Sharon Blackie) in several eager bites. Meanwhile, I’d been reading Federici’s piercing account of how capitalism has disembodied and exploited women throughout its history. I was plain mad, and I was truly waking up, finally.
I was mad at being so detached from my body, so terrifyingly archetypal in my presentation as a chronic-doer, linear achiever, who’d always talked anti-capitalist but had completely lived life by its guidebook, feeling so deeply unmoored and adrift at the prospect of doing anything else because the system hadn’t prepared me for anything else – certainly not the life that comes with being attuned to your Self, Mother Nature, your creative spark, bodily wisdom and female intelligence. Ha! And like that, I slipped down the cracks of the Berlin pavement into that metaphorical cave again. This time not to heal my inner-child, as such, but to heal my inner-maiden and to figure out what kind of woman I am, and could be.
While my journey was windy, bumpy and long, yours doesn't have to be. I've learned a lot about what does and doesn't work on the path out of the cave and into your unique wholeness. And while the cave and my journey of becoming is far from through with me, I'm devoted to sharing the tools that have helped me uncover and remember my Feminine wisdom, gifts and power. So that more women can become the midwives of their own rebirths, truths and creative dreams. So that more of us can support one another out of the conditionings and contortions of capitalism and patriarchy. If you're in the darkness and want a lamp to guide you, or a hand to hold as you make your own descent, let's connect ...