Love, afraid of nothing.

My job is to makes sense of love, how we love, why we love, when love fails and how it succeeds. It still eludes me. There are as many definitions of love as there are times the word has been uttered.  I have written a bit about this before here.  But, my own continued journey…

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The well trodden paths of the mind.

She hands me an old A5 notebook. Other than the yellowing of its pages, it’s surprisingly un-weathered by time.   She is smirking at me as if there is something hidden somewhere inside it. I page through it, taking a while to recognise myself in the handwriting. A page is dated Wednesday, 15th May 1997; notes…

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Mindfulness as more than a method

In my early 20’s, in a quiet fever to understand my own anxious self, I came across a book, Going to Pieces without Falling Apart by buddhist psychiatrist Mark Epstein.  I can recall it having a profound effect on how I understood the workings of my own mind.  Here I am, rereading it in my 40’s,…

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The Keeper of Tears

  She’s sitting on the precipice Of everything She never allowed Everything she could still be. Perfectly pulchritudinous In who she already is.     She likens staying to being An ascetic And, in her resolve to leave She rolls her reluctant tears into a tissue Folding them away, Filling the cup’s inevitable emptiness.  …

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Confessions of a Love Addict

I don’t think you can plan a life. I became a psychologist by mistake. I had actually planned to be an artist of sorts. Maybe, in some ways, I still am an artist. I hope so. What I do requires the ability to spontaneously respond to each person’s struggles, authentically. That’s surely done best when…

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Entering the lived reality of Sexual Abuse

When clients first call to make an appointment, it is impossible to summarise an answer to “What therapy do you do?” You can never actually tell what journey lies ahead of them or I. I can, however, remember the first call that Claudia made to enquire about therapy. I can’t recall her exact words but…

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