Dr Chelsea Todd (2026)

05/06/2026

Deeply felt. Invisible in spaces that care for women's physical, psychological and emotional wellbeing.

Matrescence.

I studied psychology for four years and did a PhD on burnout and work-life balance and never heard the word.

I spent two years as a crisis counsellor. Never heard it.
I did prenatal yoga, hypnobirthing, and the hospital birth classes. Never heard it.

I birthed two babies. Still never heard it.

The systems weren't holding it. Neither were my qualifications.

What led me there? My own unravelling.

And yet, from the moment I conceived, my entire life shifted. From me to we. Forever.

There is a word for what you are experiencing. For the dissolving and the becoming. For the grief and the love existing in the same breath. For the woman you were and the Mother you are growing into.

MATRESCENCE.

The transition to becoming a Mother. And it never stops.

This word found you at exactly the right moment for a reason.

Save it. Send it to a Mother who has been searching for language to capture what she’s moving through.

And if you are a Mother who feels the depth of this, who is navigating the shifting identity, evolving relationships, changing seasons of yourself and you sense there is more to uncover beneath the surface:

You are exactly who I am here for.

Come find me 🧡

DM READY if you feel called to explore what working together could hold.

04/06/2026

Birth preparation for Mildura mamas…

When everything around you is loud, this is how you go inward.

My son was telling me this morning about the heckling during his penalty shots. Miss. Miss. Miss. And I found myself telling him about the moment I walked into the hospital to birth him.

The lights. The noise. A midwife telling me the clock was ticking.

There’s a practice that served me powerfully in that moment. Turn down the external noise. Retreat to a sanctuary within. Get out of my head and connect with my body and to my baby. Soften the senses to everything else in the room.

It's called Pratayahara. The ancient yoga practice of drawing the awareness inward. A gentle and powerful practice for birth… and Motherhood.

This is not something that happens overnight. It is a practice, built slowly in ordinary moments, until it becomes your default in the extraordinary ones.
Birth is an invitation to turn inward when everything around you (and perhaps your own mental chatter) is loud. When there is pressure and intensity and people in the room with opinions that may be louder than your own instincts.

This is one of the ancient, wise and wonderful practices I support you to embody in your pregnancy, birth and Motherhood.

Cocoon to Bloom: embodied pregnancy and birth
20 June · Mildura · Early bird closes 9 June
DM BIRTH.

02/06/2026

She walked in scared to move her body. She left with a remembering of how to breathe through the hardest moments of her life. And has embodied practices that continue to support her through Motherhood.

This is what pregnancy preparation holds.

It’s not just physical.
It’s about the connection with your breath and your voice. It’s knowing how to turn down the external ‘noise’ and go inward as you and your baby journey through the birth portal. It’s trusting in your power and knowing you are supported.

She returned for her second baby. And she’ll carry what she embodied into every birth to come… and Motherhood.

Cocoon to Bloom
Embodied pregnancy and birth preparation
20 June, Mildura

A sanctuary to prepare your body, your breath, your nervous system and your heart for birth and Mother-becoming.

Early bird closes 9 June. 5 spaces remain.

DM ‘BIRTH’ if you want to move through birth prepared and powerful.

Or message me to inquire about 1:1 support.

The dream team 🧘🏾‍♀️🧘🏾🧡

30/05/2026

Pregnant? You’ll want to save this post now as you prepare to do one of the most powerful things a human body can do.

And you get to travel into the birth portal READY.

Not just physically, but in your
Breath
Voice
Nervous system
Heart

I hardly hear anyone talking about this...

The women who feel most powerful in birth are not the ones who had everything go to plan or had it easy. They are the ones who knew what to do when it got hard.

How to breathe through the wave instead of fighting it.
How to use their voice instead of shrinking into silence.
How to stay connected to their baby when the room got loud.
How to ask for what they needed instead of complying with what was easiest for everyone else.

They had practised meeting themselves with compassion instead of fear.

That is what preparation looks like.

Swipe through to see everything quality, attuned prenatal yoga and guidance can cultivate - and why this is so much more than yoga.

Cocoon to Bloom · Winter Solstice
Saturday 20 June · 2–5pm · Mildura

An intimate sacred gathering of 7 women only.
DM me BIRTH to claim your place 🤍

Or connect to access my FREE digital resources to support you through pregnancy, postpartum and beyond.

🌿 Cocoon to Bloom (pregnancy yoga, meditation, birth playlist). DM ‘COCOON’ to access.

🌿New Mama Nourish Bundle (matrescence workshop, postpartum yoga, meditation and recipes to replenish your body and mitigate postpartum depletion). DM ‘MAMA’ to access.

27/05/2026

Nobody tells you you'll grieve the season you were desperate to survive.

There is a version of you sitting in the chaos right now, one child on your lap, quietly seething, convinced something is wrong with you.

Nothing is wrong with you.
You are in the initiation.

Matrescence.

The physical, emotional, psychological, social, relational and spiritual transformation of becoming a mother.

One of the least witnessed passages a woman moves through.

And too often we move through it

alone
(yet surrounded by people)

invisible
(but feeling under surveillance and judgement)

told to be grateful and to love every minute
(while grieving lost parts of ourselves)

You won’t find me preaching to cherish this time because it goes so fast (although it does).

This is permission.
Permission to grieve.
To rage.
To sit in the discomfort without rushing to fix it or perform your way through.

Your nervous system knows.
Your body knows.

The art is learning to attune.
And to stop abandoning yourself and what is real for you in this moment.

If you're in the thick of it, I see you. Deeply.

This video is from 3.5 years ago, raw and in the thick of it.

I'm sharing it now because I've done enough of my own work to hold the dualities of Motherhood with tenderness instead of shame.

And because I know she's still out there, that version of me, sitting in your body, a child on your lap or in your arms, wondering if it will always feel this hard.

It won't.
And you don't have to traverse it alone.

17/05/2026

I've been thinking about you. Not in a general way. In the specific way. Wondering where you actually are right now. Not the version you present at school pickup or in the work meeting or when someone asks how you're going and you say fine because it's easier.

The real version. The one sitting with her cacao going cold because she got lost in a thought she doesn't have words for yet.

I wonder, where are you not choosing yourself?
Can you ask yourself, not with harsh judgement, but genuine curiosity. The way you would ask a woman you love, who wears a smile you can see beneath.

Because here is what I see, time and time again, in the women I work with and in the world around me.
The quiet erasure.
The voice dimmed before it has even formed into words.
The body speaking loudly in the only language it has left while the mind keeps convincing her everything is fine.

Your body knows before your mind catches up.
And this season, more than most, is asking you to listen.
Not to fix anything or everything, or overhaul your life before breakfast. To notice. To let what has been waiting beneath the surface finally come up for air.
That noticing is where everything begins.
The choosing is where transformation happens.

I wonder what may surface if you were to ask yourself, honestly: where am I dimming my light? Where have I not spoken out of fear? Where am I accepting something that is not actually mine to accept?

Allowing the answer to surface. Not managing it. Not editing it into something more comfortable.

Letting it be seen.

If something in you has been stirring, if you feel a threshold approaching and can't quite name what it's asking, stay close.

Feel free to comment or send me a message. And share with the women you love who seem to be holding more behind the 'I'm fine' mask.

Chelsea x

05/05/2026

Hi. I'm Chelsea. Not the carefully positioned professional version. The real one.

I am a Mother of two boys. A woman who has been to the depths and come back with a map.  A healer who knows the terrain because she has walked every part of it.  Not around the edges, but through the fire.

I spent years building my worth around productivity and evidence.  Accolades. Degrees. Credentials and output stacked up like armour.

And then I spent the next years dismantling all of it. Learning to trust the knowing that lives below the qualifications. Coming home to the intuition I had been overriding.

That unravelling became the work.

I'll be honest about something else.

I've spent a long time trying to put myself and this work into neat boxes.  But I colour outside the lines and blur the edges.  Motherhood and work.  Spiritual and professional.  Too deep for some rooms.  Too embodied for others.

I've carried the fear of being too much. Too intense, too sensitive, too professional, too spiritual, all at once. Of being cast out. Especially by other women. The sister wound runs deep for us, doesn't it?

I'm done making myself smaller to fit.

The women who find their way to me have usually tried everything else first.

Talk therapy. Natural therapies. Fitness programs. Breathwork. Decluttering. Going part time to ease the load. Going back to work to find themselves again. But she's not there. Not the same version of her, anyway.

‘I don't know why, I just knew I needed to work with you’ I hear.

The women called to work with me feel it before they can name it. They hear the whisper from within. And that is where it begins, in the listening. In the moment she finally trusts that the whisper knows something she doesn't yet.

I am not the answer. I am the guide. You hold the keys.

If you are new here, welcome. Stay close. Something is unfolding.
If you have been here a while, thank you. There is so much more magic coming.

Chelsea x

08/01/2026

The calendar might say it’s a new year... but my body was telling a different story.
I remembered why.

Some beginnings don’t arrive with fireworks.

Rather than galloping ahead with the herd,
perhaps it’s time to attune to your own rhythm,
honour your season
and trust the wisdom
found in the spaces in between 🌿

07/09/2025

A love letter to the first man who had my heart

He loved me from the first heartbeat and protected me from my first breath
Captured photos of black and white in childhood sundrenched light

Shared delight in little hands gathering bright yellow soursobs as we walked to the beach, allowing joy to be found in the weeds
Picked oranges from our tree and juiced them together before the sun and my siblings rose

Introduced me to Joni Mitchell and poetry and records that made our old bungalow dance
Gave me a taste of intrepid, hippy adventures and a thirst to explore the world

Performed ‘magic shows’ in the chemistry lab and let me believe magic exists
Guided with gentle wisdom without speaking a word, trusting I held the answer

Tells inappropriate jokes with a gleeful belly chuckle
Emanates tender compassion and allows love to spill out as tears

Adores my Mother through the rainbows and the rain
Modelled how to love and be loved

Sealing this note with a butterfly kiss and a heartful of memories and gratitude.
I love you Dad.

Happy Father's Day x

10/05/2025

Happy Mothers Day to my beautiful mama 💖
I love you and this photo... can't wait to squeeze you again soon! 😘

If you're longing to hug your mum one more time or feeling the layers of grief that Mothers Day can bring, I'm holding you in my heart ❤️

Deepening an understanding of Matrescence and unearthing stories and imprints from my 'red thread' (maternal line) with my mum has been so incredibly healing and powerful. To tenderly guide and witness other women and Mothers on this path is a joy and privilege.

If you're seeking a space holding to gently unravel and mend your red thread, I'm here for you 🧡

In honour of my mum and her story, sharing a poem I wrote for her 70th birthday last year ✨

Suzanne Sparkles

Twinkle twinkle, little star
Soul spinning earthside from afar
Twas’ the 25th of October, 1954
A wee baby arrived, one to adore

A star was born on that day
A spirited lass here to dance through life her way
Little sister, bright star in the sky
Final piece of the Austin family pie
The apple of her Daddy’s eye
Her Mother’s loyal companion until the end was nigh

Golden hair and eyes hazel gold
A bonnie child to behold
From marching girl to disco queen
Plain Jane dear Sue has never been
A taste for things on trend and fine
Suzanne was placed on Earth to shine

But the real beauty of Sue is deep inside
Her gift for illuminating in others’ what they may usually hide
A space for others’ stories from the start
Sue’s magic is her intuition and tender heart
Treasured friend across the globe to many
A loving wife, Mother and Nannie

Twinkle twinkle little star
Whether we are near or far
Your sparkling star high above
Is a symbol of our endless love

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