Category motherhood

Don’t make me Blush

Recently, I found myself obsessively searching for cushions. In my spare moments, when I could have been playing with my kids, talking to my husband, reading a book…anything else  at all… I was discreetly picking up my phone and scrolling through endless websites looking for cushions. Two cushions, to be precise, in ‘blush’. For my […]

Worlds apart (but still neighbours)

One of the many weird and wonderful things I did on the journey to becoming a psychologist was interviewing a range of teenagers from all over the UK. I was doing a study exploring how teenagers cope when one parent is seriously unwell. What impressed me the most about every single teen was their resilience […]

How was your day?

They tell me to appreciate These days before they’re gone,  I can’t appreciate regurgitate  Even of my angel son. We’re meant to not complain, Stay restrained, each and every one Go to Stay & Play , where I Sit & Pray I’m Not the only lonely one. A house is to be lived in not […]

The Stuff of Legend

One of the first things I talk about in my sessions with hypnobirthing couples is the influence of stories. In particular, negative  birth stories. There exists an implicit understanding in our society that birth is just going to be awful. In the West, it’s commonly viewed as a medical procedure for which you need to be in hospital, […]

The Storm before the Calm

There’s a process you start to realise when you’ve been doing therapy for a while – either as a therapist or a client. After the initial meetings when you’re getting to know what the situation is and make a plan, you move into a slower phase of ‘doing the work’. Depending on what kind of therapy […]

Drowning in Information

There is a scene in Wall-E, the 2008 Disney film about a robot left to clean up an abandoned Earth. Humans are living on a spaceship, hugely overweight and shunted around in automatic chairs, slurping up their fizzy pop while watching a permanent screen. I think of this scene all the time lately, a scene […]

The New Blue

I’m finding it hard to write this. Partly because it’s very personal. Mainly because, as I write, I have a loud whooshing sound in my ears, zaps of bright light attacking the edges of my vision and a throbbing pressure on my head which gets worse when I move my head, walk, lie down or […]