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 collect 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. Sixteen years on, I still feel like I'm only at the beginning.

The surprise came later. Once I'd stopped fighting what had happened and made peace with it, friends started coming to me seeeking my confidance due to one disaster or another — not for sympathy, but for advice. How did you get through it? How are you so okay? It kept happening, until I realised it was something I could do for more than just the people who knew me.

So now that’s what I do. I help people get from where they are to where they'd like to be. I know what it is to have your life rewritten without your permission — and I know you can build a good life in spite of this. Let me help you stay happy and build yours.