I want to be honest about something.
I didn’t write Choose Yourself for you.
I wrote it for me.
I was two years into the messiest, most disorienting chapter of my life, and I needed to make sense of it. The perimenopause that nobody had named for me. The ADHD diagnosis that reframed my entire history. The body I didn’t recognise. The woman I couldn’t find anymore.
Writing it down was how I processed it. The nine pillars weren’t a framework I designed. They were the things that were actually pulling me back to myself, one small choice at a time.
I finished it, published it quietly, and honestly wondered if anyone outside my own head would find it useful.
Almost 50 women have read it now.
And the messages I’ve received have stopped me in my tracks. Women recognising themselves on pages I wrote, thinking I was the only one who felt that way. Women saying, “I thought it was just me.” Women who finally have language for something they’ve been carrying alone for years.
That’s why I’m sending this today.
Not because I have a launch strategy. Because if you’ve been on this list for a while and you haven’t read it yet, I think you might find yourself in it, too.
And if you’ve already read it, reply and tell me where you’re at. I read every single one.
Robyn x