Kindred was born from the belief that healing happens when we feel truly seen, safe, and held. In a world that often asks us to keep pushing, to stay strong, or to hide what aches beneath the surface, Kindred offers a space to soften and return to yourself.
Here, healing isn’t about fixing what is “broken.” It’s about remembering your wholeness. Through one-to-one sessions, you are invited to release the weight of old stories, unwind from what no longer serves you, and reconnect with the parts of yourself that long to be heard.
Each session is deeply personal, guided by intuition, energy, and somatic wisdom. No two journeys are the same. Whether you are moving through grief, seeking clarity, or simply yearning to feel lighter, Kindred creates the space for your body and spirit to lead the way.
This is a place of gentle unraveling. A place to breathe again.
A place where healing begins with being held. A place to come home.
About.
The Story behind Kindred below: Dive Deeper.
FOUNDERS STORY.
A letter from—Katie Knowles
I didn’t set out to become a healer.
This path found me, in moments of stillness, in moments of rupture, and in the quiet ache of everything I used to suppress.
From as far back as I can remember, I have been a deep feeler. I had guiding forces and intuitive gifts, but I didn’t have the tools to understand why or what I was feeling. Over time, I became skilled at hiding, at pushing down my intuitions, at keeping it ‘normal’, even when what I was experiencing felt far from it. I sensed everything so deeply, people, places, objects, yet there was nowhere for these feelings to go. Anxiety and depression slowly filled the space left by my suppressed abilities. I masked. With smiles, with work, and, like so many others, stayed on the path that was expected of me.
Creativity became my outlet. Art, design, and film offered me a language when words could not, a way to translate what lived within me. In time, they shaped not just my expression, but my career.
I spent over a decade as an Art Director for global brands, high above the city in glass towers, leading million-dollar campaigns. Yet beneath the surface, relentless burnout and perfectionism ruled my 9-5, a pendulum swinging between highs and lows that left me questioning my purpose. My drive had always been to create work that stirred something in people, to shape campaigns that carried weight, spoke to meaning, held emotion, and made others pause, if only for a moment. In a world numbed by noise, my intention was always to make people feel.
Then one day, I found myself on a London street, holding a 17 year old boy who had just been stabbed, and life in that moment slipped through my fingers. He died on that road, blood stained for months after, a road I had to cross daily.
It was a defining moment that cracked something wide open in me. It brought my own pain to the surface, raw and undeniable. Life felt so fragile, so loud, so urgent. I could no longer ignore the whispers inside me, asking for something different. So, in 2018, I left London behind and moved solo to Australia. With a one way ticket, knowing not a soul I took a leap of faith and jumped in arms outstretched and eyes gleaming. And for the first time, fully, I dived into the unknown and followed my instincts. I didn’t know exactly what would await me, and what even I was searching for, just that I needed to look inward. I needed to feel again.
Here, I started to reconnect. Slowly, then deeply.
Life recalibrated somehow. I knew I needed purpose. So, like many in deep transformation, turning inward, in fact turned me outward towards spirituality, and a wider, more profound awareness was ignited.
I launched a creative studio in 2019, using my design knowledge for a deeper cause, guiding healers and human-centered brands in marketing and branding more holistically. Life was floaty. In-sync. And it felt for the first time I could fully exhale. The textural oceans and rich landscape of Australia became the backdrop for my art, my rituals, my adventures. It fuelled my spirit. And after a life of searching, I finally found home.
And then, when things start to align, life jolts you. And life as you know it, is ripped from beneath your feet.
I received a call. A moment I remember so vividly. It was Saturday morning, the air was hot, and my eyes puffy (pre-coffee) as the sun beamed through the windows onto the carpet below. I remember the speckles of dust that lit up like glitter, delicately dancing near my toes as my phone lit up next to me. The bright grin from my brothers photo appeared on my screen and answered. "You're calling me early!" - "Are you sitting down Katie?" What came out of his mouth next, felt-unreal.
Everything became warped. With every breath, the walls seemed to inflate and deflate around me as I watched myself from above. My hands cradled my legs as I rocked back and forth on the carpet. Knuckles white, lips cracked, tears hot. Words strung together into a distorted web of confusion. My chest contracted, tightened, and concaved in some kind of black hole that swallowed time. That day and the rest of the days that followed were a blur. It was a day, that I learned my Dad had taken his life.
No one, and I mean no one, can prepare you for the pain that instilled from that moment. How such an incredible, inspiring, charismatic and caring man (my hero) felt like this was the only option for him. My internal dialogue screamed on repeat 'We spoke two days ago and everything was fine, he was happy. How can this be? How could this happen?'
Like many who have suffered from depression (myself included) the mask becomes the second skin you wear, and concealing the heavy emotions becomes second nature. I held no anger for him leaving us, only sorrow. For I understood the depths. I just wish that he felt he didn’t need to carry it alone.
Days rolled into months. I was raw, heart-broken, unable to leave the cocoon of my bed. Visceral insomnia and PTSD episodes became a daily struggle. My senses were heightened, noises became louder, places I once loved were ‘too crowded’, I became withdrawn, and inflammation bound itself into my joints and muscles. My body was screaming. And whilst I thought I had a solid toolkit of mental health techniques. Nothing worked. This was deeper. Of course, doctors wrote their scripts, with antidepressants handed to me like sugar coated sweets to try and smear over the hole in my chest. But despite the lure of these, there was a knowing inside that numbing was not an option. I had to process this pain rattling inside. There had to be another way to move through these depths, that in fact I had to feel the emotions to heal them.
I turned the pain into purpose, and made it my lifes mission to hold space for people to truly feel.
In life we will all face pain, heartbreak and grief. Life however beautiful can be equally as crushing. It’s a fine-print that most of us seemed to have missed on our way out of the womb. A Disney movie we’ve been drip-fed that life should be ‘happy’ forever and always. The duality of light and dark is not a proposition, it’s a promise. I try to remind myself about this daily. And however dark things can be in some moments, there is a window to find that let’s the light flood in. A light found in deep surrender.
My life so far, in all it’s ebbs and flows has allowed me to witness the immense depths to this human experience, and with it, the vast spectrum of feeling. But, it has also has showed me the fragility of our precious time here. How we must savour it. Hold it close and dive into what our hearts yearn for.
Holding space for others to heal, is that heart led purpose. From this sacred intention, Kindred Healing embodies this core belief - that it is only through feeling safe, that we can fully heal.
Facilitating a nurturing space for others to feel and express deep rooted trauma is my mission. And each year that goes by I dive a little deeper into guiding others, into harbouring their humanness, their power, and their innate ability to heal themselves. It’s takes great courage to look inside, to be open enough, despite the ego, despite logic and let our bodies lead.
Through Trauma-Informed sessions, Kundalini Activation, Hypnotherapy, and Psychosomatic Healing, I hold space for what is raw, real, and ready to be felt. Because it’s in the feeling and in the moving through, that life opens. Here lies the path to a truly fulfilling life: one that is embodied, unburdened by the weight of your past, and aligned with the highest expression of your future.
This is not a quick fix. It’s a journey of devotion. Kindred Healing sessions are held with deep reverence, honouring the slow unfolding of lasting growth and true abundance. I walk beside those who feel the call, the ones ready to meet themselves fully, to do the work, and to unlock the boundless potential that has always lived within.
My Disclaimer:
This work is personal. It is raw. And it is sacred.
You’re not alone here.
You never were.
With love, Katie Knowles
— Kindred Healing Founder
