GWENDALYN
WEBB
Me.
Hi. I’m Gwen.
29. Hampshire (a less-than-desirable area of). Passionate about the size and width of houseplants. Currently nursing an unhealthy houmous addiction (add to every meal).
Most days of the week, I’m a paralegal in an office (thrilling, I know). On other days (nights, and some weekends, depending on whether I’m tunnel-visioned), I’m doing stuff I really care about: I work for Unreal, the charity for people with Depersonalisation-Derealisation Disorder (DPDR). It’s a disorder I’ve had the distinct displeasure of becoming personally acquainted with – and whilst a bit of a mouthful, it essentially means I don’t feel real, and neither does anyone or anything around me. It can cause big saddies and plenty of nihilistic holes. I help run our Peer Support programme, manage our socials, and get stuck into research and advocacy – including shouting passionately (somewhat anxiously and by no means professionally… yet) about mental health and lived experience whenever someone cares to listen.
I’ve lived with DPDR and various flavours of anxies™, trauma, identity stuff, and general existential wobbles for most of my life. I’ve only ever known living in my head, and doing what I’m supposed to be doing. Over the past few years, I’ve been bare-knuckle raw-dogging life, so I’ve been trying to slow down and reconnect with the small things to help me feel like me. Singing. Learning guitar (badly). Taking fuzzy analogue photos (which are mostly actual images). Throwing paint on canvases and pretending I know what I’m doing; rolling around in mud and pretending it’s for the plants.
After an acutely rough few years (everything, everywhere, all at once), I’m learning to be gentler with myself, lean into joy, and get better at the basics of being a human and looking after myself. One of the nicest feelings I’ve found so far has been finding my voice. I’ve started vocal lessons, and I’m rediscovering the weird sensation of trying to breathe properly, feeling my body a little more, and belting out a tune like no one’s listening. Except sometimes, people might listen – and that feels like it has potential to me.
I’m learning to find my voice. Let me lend it to you.
So, here’s my plan: I wanna do free voiceovers for organisations that are on my wavelength. I want to work with people that align with my values and what’s important to me; mental health, (real-life) wellbeing, lived experience, education, and kindness (authenticity mandatory, chaos is an added bonus).
There’s absolutely no charge or expectation to use anything I make but you can buy me a coffee (ahem, plant) with the form below - if you fancy it. Failing that - send me a nice review - boosts in confidence are priceless and I’m somewhat lacking in that department nowadays.
I’ve already created (with the help of my beautiful audiophile sidekick) a couple of grounding exercises for Unreal; I loved doing them and I have the bug to do more. I’m not polished, and I’m certainly not a professional at this - but I’m scrappy, I really want to do good, I have lived experience of dark twisty headspaces, and a voice that some polite people have described as “calming”.
Here’s the idea: send me requests. Anything (nothing weird though). Like: guided meditations or grounding exercises; educational explainers or awareness messages; short stories or bedtime-style readings; podcast intros/outros; PSA-style voiceovers; testimonial-style or lived experience segments; wellbeing or resilience-building recordings. Basically, if it involves a mic, a message, and a human touch – I’m in. I’ll do my best to bring empathy, authenticity, and a bit of me to every project.
Want to give my voice a go? Try me ᵕ̈
GET IN TOUCH
“Gwen carrying the SSRI energy for us all”
Why not drop me a line? Maybe for work, feedback (be nice), or a chat.
Buy me a coffee (plant)
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