Tag: anxiety
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Returning to the Chair: Learning to Sit with What Hurts
After a year away from therapy, I didn’t expect to find myself back in the chair so soon. But stress, fear, and old wounds have a way of resurfacing when you least expect them. This post is a reflection on returning to therapy, facing buried memories, and learning—slowly—to sit with anger, fear, and grief. It’s…
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Take back the power. Why you might not want to name your depression.
This is a concept I first came across many years ago. The idea is that you name your anxiety or depression and then you can refer to this “other” when you think about or struggle with it. People will says things like “It’s just Bob winding me up again.” I have seen this work to…
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Trauma Therapy Session 15: Post day 1. Therapy a journey down the rabbit hole and a path to happy ever after. I hope!
Sharing a journey through treatment to demystify the process for anyone nervous about starting therapy. Reflecting on the conversations to find the lessons to move forward. I value every minute of these conversations. Brilliant session this one. We reflected on the last conversation two weeks ago and it really helped to start cementing in this…
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An honest post. We all struggle sometimes.
Honest post warning!!! This is me blubbing on the train back from London. This is what it looks like when someone’s cup is a little too full. It was a tricky session yesterday with my psychologist. All nesscary work I am sure, but it left me feeling drained and a little fragile. I pushed through…
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Christmas pressure has a way of finding us, free yourself and find festive contentment.
Because life is short, follow the Happy Path for more tips and inspiration to live your happiest live. I love the holiday season it is my favourite time of the year. Christmas has always been top of my list for celebrations, the family, friends, food and frankly a sprinkle of magic you can not find…
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A glimmer of hope on a cold winters day.
Because life is short, follow the Happy Path for more tips and inspiration to live your happiest live. Since my burn accident and even following treatment for the PTSD there have been a few triggers for my anxiety that I have been unable to eradicate. The top of my list feeling hot. I could be…
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Poem – I can’t breath
I lie awake in bed, schooling myself to breath. Coaching each inhalation, desperate for reprieve. A constant state of panic, aware of every twitch. Focused on my body, always measuring it’s pitch. I repeat my self made mantra, everything is fine. But it is far from honest, I am plummeting through time. Before I had…
Rowan Aderyn 