Forgiveness? It can be easier than you think when you use EFT tapping.

International Women’s Day is about celebrating women. But today, I want to talk about something different—about the women who, knowingly or unknowingly, tried to break me. And more importantly, about why I forgive them.

The Mean Friend.

The girl who made me feel like the awkward, ugly, and stupid one. The one whose ‘jokes’ were actually just her laughing at me. Yes, she was cruel. But her home life was difficult, complicated. I wonder if she felt loved. I hope she found the support she needed to heal.

The Teacher Who Set Me Up to Fail

She let me take Human Biology A-Level, knowing full well I’d struggle. At the time, I thought it was I was just stupid. But now? I understand the relentless pressures teachers face. The constant battle of targets, unruly students, and a system that rarely gives back. She was probably drowning in it all.

The First Mean Colleague

My first real taste of workplace cruelty. I was just 17, eager, hardworking—yet she was cold, unkind. Why? I still don’t know. Maybe she had her own battles. Maybe she was just unhappy. Either way, it was nothing to do with me.

The Housemate Who Turned Bitter

Linda’s pain was both physical and emotional. She suffered from chronic endometriosis, and she desperately needed someone to look after her. I couldn’t be that person. I see now—her cruelty wasn’t about me. It was about her suffering. And I hope she found peace.

The Teaching Assistant Who Did Nothing

Oh Mrs Pendlebury, what an utterly miserable time we had together. Well, I did. You were hardly there. Late all the time. Slow as anything. Missing in action – you were supposed to lighten my load, help me – be the assistant. But instead you doubled my workload and refused to engage with me. But looking back, I see it wasn’t personal. You were utterly miserable in that job, and god knows what was going on at home. I hope you got out of that school & found something better.

The Bullying KS1 Lead

The one who belittled me, screamed at me, tore me down at every turn. The one who made my first day a nightmare. Am I still angry? A little. But I also recognize she was scared. Threatened. Trying to control what she felt slipping away. And ironically, she did me a favor—she pushed me out of teaching, into something better.

The Split-Personality Manager

Hired me with a smile, then turned almost instantly. The shift was drastic, the experience frightening. But now? I see the signs. She was struggling, likely battling her peri-menopause. I hope she found the support she needed.

The Weight We Carry

For years, I carried the weight of these women’s words and actions. Their unkindness, their projections. But here’s the thing: how people behave has nothing to do with you.

Systemic and ancestral trauma. Repression. Family struggles. Secrets, gaslighting, self-doubt. These things shape people in ways we don’t always see. And while their pain doesn’t justify their actions, understanding it has helped me let go.

Using Tapping to Forgive

Forgiveness isn’t about excusing behavior—it’s about releasing the grip it has on you. That’s where tapping (EFT – Emotional Freedom Technique) has been a game-changer for me and my clients. By using gentle acupressure points while processing emotions, tapping helps to clear the energy of past hurts, so they no longer define your present. It has helped me let go of resentment, break free from old wounds, and finally step into peace. And I want that for you too.

Why I Do What I Do

I have an 8-year-old daughter. And I refuse to let her grow up without the protection skills to navigate a world where words—especially from other women—can cut deep.

So I help women heal. I help them unpack their ‘stuff,’ so they don’t pass it on. I make sure they don’t unknowingly become someone else’s burden to carry.

And if you’re ready to stop carrying other people’s pain, I’ve got space for 1:1 clients starting in April. Let’s talk about what this could look like for you.

Book a time to chat here https://calendly.com/louisahussey/consultation

Love, Louisa xx