Hi, I’m Valerie Birch.
Mother, guide, space-holder, and intuitive. I walk with women and mothers who are waking up to the truth that there is more—that the life they were told to build doesn’t feel like home. I haven’t always felt clear. For most of my life, I was a deep feeler in a world that didn’t know what to do with that. I could walk into a room and sense what people weren’t saying. I could feel a shift in someone’s tone before their face even moved. As a child, I thought this was normal. As a woman and mother, I thought it made me strange. Then came motherhood—and everything changed.
After the birth of our first child, something opened inside me. I couldn’t explain it at the time, but my whole being was called into deeper presence. I felt everything my baby felt. I knew what she needed before she spoke. It was beautiful—and completely disorienting. Parenting this way felt natural to me, but also isolating. The world around me didn’t seem to mirror what I knew in my bones. I tried to fit in. I joined mom groups and forced conversations. But every cell in my body said, this isn’t it. I wasn’t there to vent about my partner or talk about how hard motherhood is without the desire to transform it. I wanted something more grounded. More conscious. More sacred. I didn’t have the language for it then—but I do now.
I was a woman awakening to her feminine knowing in a world that only values doing. I was breaking apart under the weight of over-giving, people-pleasing, and never feeling like “enough.” And while I looked like I had it all on the outside—a beautiful family, travel, privilege—I was drowning on the inside.
Still, something inside me kept flickering. A spark. A whisper. A presence.
That’s what I followed. One small step at a time. I started meditating. Then I found nervous system work. I discovered PSYCH-K®. I became a Human Design reader. But beyond any modality, what I truly found was myself. And this is where the real shift began. I started to notice the quiet ways I abandoned myself—when I dismissed my gut feelings, when I contorted to meet expectations, when I apologized for my depth. I began to grieve all the versions of me that tried to earn love through performance. I saw how often I’d outsourced my power to systems, roles, and stories that were never mine to begin with.
And slowly, I came home. Not to a perfect version of me—but to a softer, truer one. I stopped trying to “fix” motherhood and myself and started listening to what it was trying to teach me. I softened into my intuition. I reconnected with my own rhythms. I began to mother myself. And I realized something else: I am not here to be understood by everyone. I am not here to fit into a single box or title that makes others more comfortable. I am many things. I live in the in-between. I honor the mystery. And I invite others to do the same.
Today, I hold space for other women to do the same. I guide mothers and women who feel different—who crave presence, depth, and sovereignty. Who are wildly intuitive but unsure how to trust it. Who want to raise their children without abandoning themselves. If you’re here, I want you to know: You’re not too much. You’re not broken. You’re not behind. You’re waking up. And I would be honored to walk alongside you.