You Are Not to Blame

Surviving the loss of a loved one, who took their own life through suicide, has a number of complexities that the natural death of a loved one, may not necessarily have.  Some, or all, of the following responses are common: Shock Frustration Anger Disbelief Denial Helplessness Fixating on the imagined, or known, image of the…

Colouring Winter

I was in the garden today and took a photo of the beautiful Chrysanthemums that are in flower.  I don’t know the name of the variety but they really are so lovely, at this time of year, that I thought you might like to see them: The larger plant is sharing a pot with the remains of the…

She Peers, Wisely, Over Her Spectacles

On this chilly Autumn evening, the fire in our sitting room offered the comforting glow of the deepest orange.  The warm blanket of heat, in our sitting room,  hugged my Partner and I as we watched some of our favourite tv shows.  All the while, our dogs; Oscar and Digby, lay on their beds in front of the fire.  Digby; on…

Loss is a Beautiful Tree

The days, months and years following the death of a loved one are an interesting experience.  We all live such experiences in our own unique ways.  Some live those years well, while others struggle to ever thrive again.   Certainly, as a Counsellor and Psychotherapist, I find that many of my clients see me for support around bereavement…

Putting Me In the Spotlight

I was recently interviewed about my work as a Counsellor, Psychotherapist and Clinical Supervisor for The Natural Health Centre Newsletter.  Here’s how the interview went: Dean, what first brought you into Counselling and Psychotherapy? Well, my upbringing was happy, but we experienced quite a lot of heartache; we sadly lost beloved family members to Leukaemia, Cancer and…

Green Friends

Sadly, a very dear friend of ours passed away this week, following her battle with an illness in the Leukaemia branch of Cancer.  She was very special to my Partner and I and so this has been a difficult week for us.  One thing that has helped, is to get outside to enjoy the restful qualities…

My Friend is Dying, As I Write This…

As I write this, I am thinking of my friend. My friend is a woman of the same years as my mum.  Like my mum,  my friend is timeless; ever young in spite of her years.  I have known my friend for nineteen years.  She and her husband are both now very dear to me.…