The damp air of Ystradgynlais still clings to my skin like an old memory—cool, familiar, comforting. I’ve walked red carpets under blinding lights, stood on stages before thousands, played heroes who save worlds, but nothing grounds me like the quiet hush of the Brecon Beacons after rain. You wouldn’t guess it from the way I command a scene or flirt with danger on screen, but there’s a part of me that still feels like that schoolgirl hiding behind her fringe, hoping not to be called on. Now, years later, married, a mother of two, I find myself wondering: when did I stop being just Gwen Cooper’s actress… and start becoming someone even I don’t fully recognize? And if you saw me—not the celebrity, but the woman beneath—what would you say?