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…

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…

Idols of the Manor

I fully expected that I would have to take off my boots.  As we did so, taking the lead from our friends, my Partner and I managed to cram our boots into the small racks that had been set up outside the entrance to the Manor.  I felt sure that I would not find my…

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.…