Sober Coach Live Workshop


FREE Live Workshop

Break free from alcohol with the one to one support, encouragement and experience of Bren Murphy Sober Coaching.

Personal Coach

Right now I am in the final semester of my personal coaching certification with my esteemed mentor Anne Hartley.

I come to personal coaching with a strong history working in clinical mental health, not to mention my journey of self discovery through my own recovery process.

Self Awareness

Personal coaching and sober coaching is all about improving your own self awareness.  As a starting point, the whole sober coaching process is driven by you - so as your self awareness widens, we have opportunities to go deeper.

Breaking free from addiction and harmful, hazardous drinking is not impossible, and no matter how exhausted or defeated you feel right now, there is a way forward.

Confidence and Motivation

A sober coach works with you to re-build the confidence and motivation to move away from your current actions.  A sober coach is a sounding board for your concerns and fears, and works alongside you in a meaningful therapeutic alliance.

FREE Live Workshop

Right now is a great time to tackle your limiting beliefs and self defeating actions.  I am hosting a group workshop on "Overcoming Fear; Life after Alcohol" scheduled for Wednesday 27 April and I would be really grateful for you to participate and interact with the group online.  It would be great to talk with you live!

It is my first live event online and I am really excited to be moving in this direction.

Please take am moment to email me at for registration details.

Meditation, Kindness and Personal Coaching

Kindness - Setting an Intention for Kindness

Meditation - Meditation Retreat Experiences

Personal Coaching - Confidence, Comparison and Competitiveness

Mood Diary 
Tuesday April 5 2016 5AM

5am - Woke up.  Second day after return from daylight savings - so have an expectation to be well rested and it turns out that I am well rested.

First thoughts are of returning to yoga mat after not having done a class for three days - (missed Saturday morning class) and I reassure mysefl I will be OK.

Next, I get out of bed and head for my morning pages writing.  Again I havemn't written mornign pages for three days, so there is that thought of losing momentum.  I let it go.

I am conscious of recording my thoughts in this modd diary, so I have a heightened sense of awareness around my thoughts.

I write about half a page before I hear footsteps and my six year old is standing behind me.  I feel I should tell her to go away, but then I override this with the thought that this will not happen everyday - and if I tell her to go away too often one day she will just stay away.  So I leave the morning pages and give Isla a long quiet cuddle, as we usually do when she wakes up extra early.

I let myself go and don't cling too hard to the routine of morning pages - after all hugging a 6 year old daughter is something we don't have access to forever.  So it is hugging this morning - not morning pages!  

We stay together and I let her be the one to release first - it is  slow and long and I have time to reflect and I set my intention today for kindness - as I have been doing regularly.  Actions of kindness - setting the intention and then taking opportunities throughout the day to be kind should they arise - and they do.

Eventually Isla moves a little to allow three year old Phoebe - blinking away her sleep and nestling in between us.  Then 8 year old Hazel arrives - all four of us nestled around my office - chakra soundscape quietly bubbling away in the background - quite and at peace.

I did have something to do but this is a special, moment and I am grateful to experience this - I am grateful for my awareness and patience that these moments won't be present every morning and this is a sacred moment in time.


Meditation Retreat

Meditation Retreat

[Booked - paid - 2 nights - 10+ hours meditation - beachside - rainforest walks - vegetarian food - sleeping in a "dorm" - no tech - no digital - just my watercolours - maybe a kindle...]

"Last time I spent a night away from my wife and kids 
it was in a psych hospital."

Funny - but true.

Now here's me three and a half years later.

Running 20k a week, practicing yoga without missing more than three days for those same three and a half years.

Have I completely re-wired my brain? - neuroplasticity - left my job - started businesses - taken on further study - painted watercolours, written poetry - fuck - it's like I'm more crazy than ever.

But I'm not.

I'm sober and clear and in possession of such crystal insight that I'm pinging with joy and effusivenessness.  If that's a word anymore.

Here's my [poem] I wrote after I took my daughters to the beach in a thunderstorm - [stinking hot dry Australian 40C and then pouring heavy rain from nowhere.]

Beach Rain

Westerly wind
Dries my eyes and
Sticky skinned kids
let ice cream drips bulge
and stripe their bellies

The ocean is chill cold
Our legs ache, we point our toes
And freeze, still, to stare at each other
And pant through our mouths

Summer looms like a skyhigh cloudcliff
Magnetic with sparks and we dolphin
Under unbroken waves as raindrops
Pock and sizzle and draw waterpins
Up and we laugh and gurgle;
"We can't get wet twice"

It's life and we pad on our toes
Sodden towels lank like rope
Up from the sand, backs to the road,
and the coolsoft grass is shiny and green.

Then there's this other poem I wrote about the guy who beat me up in high school - (I know, let it go already..) and went on to be a mildly successful pro boxer...

Local Champ

Just before my parents split
The house next door was sold and four
Boys from broken homes moved in.

They spoke diff'ren and held their
Shoulders up near their ears.
One boy dodged his dad's punches
Like pecking corn and draped in
Big belts and gold buckles, old men
whispered Las Vegas.

Glimpses of his fights blinked
Up as I buried my life in booze
He was still fighting after I got sober,
But fell off the back pages

When he couldn't make weight.
Today, he was ducking photographers,
Weaving, zig zagging out of court,
He could explain, he said,
the wife's bruises weren't his fault.

Posted some poetry on my blog [can't believe I just typed that - is that sad or beautiful/sad?] - another milestone - another incredible sober day in the life.

Welcome to sobriety.  Welcome and take your time, there's plenty to see.  Welcome to meditation and that quiet space.

Fulfilment Seekers

Too often we let our life choices be dictated by popular opinions - or what everyone else is doing.

So we might send our kids to school we can't afford, or we move to a new suburb for a bigger or flatter backyard, or we go on holiday to the place that everyone seems to be going to...

But following the herd is full of errors, and prejudice and opinions that simply aren't based on much other than status anxiety, keeping up with the Joneses or maintaining some kind of ego needs.

Sound familiar?  And is there an alternative?

Chasing what you think you ought to be doing based on someone else's highlight reel leaves you feeling strangely empty.  The answer is to look a llittle deeper (gulp!) and discover yourself and your values.

Once you strengthen you self knowledge - you won't be victim to your feelings so much.  Self mastery will set you free - because you will know what you want.

That's where you bounce your ideas off someone else who has no agenda, nothing to gain or lose by the decisions you choose.

Let's face it, Are you really seeking massive wealth or fame and status - or a sense of making a difference and belonging?

Welcome to The Life Coach

Serious Face

New Year's Day, 2016. 
I ran three 5km park runs one after the other, from 7am to 10am.  

Lots of tall lean people, chunky mesomorphs and mums with pink gym gear.  The last three k's were particularly poignant as I faced the old existential dilemma whilst my knees throbbed, my head pulsed and I barely stayed the course.  Why am I doing this?  Who really cares?  What does it matter?

Running is good like that.  So is yoga.  But running has registration and online times so you can prove you did it and others can verify that you actually did - if you register - and I didn't - so there is no proof that I actually did the 15k.  Except I know I did it and that should be all that matters.

Yoga has no registration or milestones or t-shirt that you can buy that proves you have done fifty classes or whatever.  It's just that silent acknowledgement each morning as you uncurl on the mat and you can perceive the energy in the room from the other yogis and yoginis.

Same with meditation - at the end of each phase, there is no badge or lapel bar or rise in status - it's just a deeper immersion up the spiral of awareness.

It's as though I was planted among ego and status soil and my life's goal is to grow and lean across out of my plant pot and into a soil of self content, confidence and inner acceptance.  Without that urgency and pressure to be seeking and achieving and getting bits of paper to prove where I have been or what I have done.

Now, my cycle is to actively seek out that which is not measured or assessed or a step towards something - and instead dissolve into the purity and flow of the process simply of and for itself.  It's mindfulness and meditative all at once and there are no signifiers of success or attainment - except for some faint muscle definition, or the clear alabaster of the whites of my eyes.

The ballet?  It's just clean and powerful and complete - 2 mins in if you are patient.  Namaste.

Dolphins Cartwheeling

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Back in 2010 when I started blogging - I wrote raw honest shit about falling down drunk and running around the neighborhood in my pajamas with friendly Police skipping after me calmly, but firmly, saying "We just wanted to check how you're doing"

I wrote about getting sober and then getting caught up in some life crap and then drinking again - and stopping for 94 days and then secretly, inelegantly drinking from the bottle before 11am.

And how I could rebound back up from underneath my desk with the bottle hidden against my chair and go "mmm" or "oh - uhuh" a lot so you couldn't smell my breath.

My life was unfiltered chaos and the blog was a reflection of that.  People loved the failure and the disaster and the complete fucking mess of me unpeeling word by word.

It was deliciously voyeuristic - peering through the keyhole at my screwed up life.

But then...

Then I stopped smoking.  Started running half marathons.  Chained myself to 6am yoga class. Became a devout meditator.  Stopped drinking completely, finally, forever. Found space for spirituality.

And people drifted away.  In search of the next slow motion car wreck blog - complete with pathetic angst ridden writer and hopelessly hair-brained plot - complete with failure, bubbling resentment and vacuous personal insight.

The passing crowd shrugged their shoulders and moved on and I was left in their wake - fitter, happier, in touch with myself - but hopelessly overlooked and publishing post after post to empty comment sections.


I'd love to say I don't care.  I'd love to say that running along the beach, with dolphins cartwheeling alongside me, yoga babes grinning those silly upside down smiles, drinking raw green berry smoothies and finding that delicate space in the gap when I meditate - I'd love to say it is enough and I'm happy to retire from my bruising encounters with the drink and existential torture.

I'd love to say more - but I also know when things have moved on - when things have evolved and maybe that's me right now.