Mother’s Day
And so, it is Mother’s Day again and I wanted to acknowledge that this is a difficult day for lots of people – those who have lost their Mum, those who will never be a Mum, and those who have…
CONSTANT
My life is shifting, the rug has gone, from right beneath my feet I feel so numb and lost right now, I can barely even eat. Like the sands upon the beach, that do not hold my weight I sink…
Tagged: anxiety, burnout, fulfilment, how therapy works, HUMAN NEEDS, limiting beliefs, overwhelm, trauma
what we need to thrive
When I was young, my teacher taught us how to plant a seed We gathered together all the tools, and things that we would need Some moist compost, to fertilise, and set the seed alive A snug container, some water…
Tagged: HUMAN NEEDS
STARS: A POEM FOR MY CLIENTS
I can remember nights as a child, when the skies were dark and vast, we had no streetlights, where we lived, and I could see the stars. They twinkled right above my head, they were bright, like Christmas lights They…
Tagged: fulfilment
REFLECTIONS ON A YEAR
As we look back, upon the year, that’s drawing to a close We sit cosy by the fireside, immersed in its warm glows. We look back at the things we’ve done, the people that we’ve met We reach out a…
Posted in: TherapyTagged: fulfilment
THE THERAPIST: A POEM BY EMMA OLDERSHAW
You’re looking for a therapist, where on earth are you to start? There are adverts simply everywhere, but what sets them all apart? How are you to understand, which one is right for you? How can that really be conveyed,…
A CHRISTMAS POEM FOR ADULT CHILDREN OF ALCOHOLICS
It’s Christmas time, with sparkly lights, and presents to be wrapped. A time of year for many that can leave us feeling trapped. As adults we look back to Christmas times when we were young. The memories we find there,…
Liam Payne: why things must change
I have been thinking a lot over the last few days about the tragedy of Liam Payne’s passing. Back in the day, I remember dancing around my bedroom to One Direction songs, in a state of complete joy. Although I…
“I’m a born worrier” and other limiting beliefs
Doomscrolling: junk food for the mind
Doomscrolling. We all do it. It’s become almost an addiction. How often do we walk along the street, watching people almost walk into a lamp post because they are so engrossed in…what, exactly? Junk, that’s what. Facebook, Tik Tok, memes.…
