A recent walk along the West Sussex Border Path gave me an unexpected lesson in perspective, one that felt like a good analogy for the therapeutic relationship.
This week I picked up new glasses. I've worn reading glasses for a long while now, but I've finally taken the plunge into varifocals. And the difference is amazing.
It's 34 years ago today that my Mum passed.
New clients often ask me what they should talk about in therapy. My answer is always the same: whatever's on your mind.
One of the weird things about counselling (and there are a few, but this is one) is that when you're feeling most vulnerable, you have to reach out and ask someone you don't know for help.
