I never planned to become a coach. But life had other plans for me.

By my early twenties I'd ticked every box: A-Levels, a degree, a job at the House of Commons, good friends, and a boyfriend with whom I enjoyed "frolicking" — as a friend once put it.

Then the tumbles began. On one day I'll never forget, I was on my lunch break carrying a full tray across a crowded canteen, when — I still don't know quite how — I fell over. I dropped the tray, food, the lot, in front of everyone with an almighty crash. I sat there hotly embarrassed as I collected my things off the floor. People must have helped; I don't remember. What I do remember is that the handsome man I'd been quietly noticing around the place was standing right there with his friend, and saw the whole thing.

After a year or two of frequent falls came the double vision. My GP said it could be an eye migraine, or Multiple Sclerosis. It was MS. And sixteen years on, I still feel like I'm only at the beginning.

Once I'd stopped fighting the reality of what had happened and made peace with it, friends started seeeking my support due to one disaster or another — not for sympathy, but to understand how I got through it with such positivity. It kept happening, until I realised it was something I could help other MS sufferers to do.

So now that’s what I do. I work with women diagnosed with MS, helping them live a fulfilled life and get from where they are now, to living and working with confidence. I know what it is to have your outlook change unexpectedly — and I know you can build a good life in spite of this. Let me help you get the clarity and confidence you need to stay happy as you build yours.