Flotsam & Jetsam

I’ve reached a point in my life where the noise has quietened just enough for me to hear what truly matters. Not the striving, not the endless internal negotiations, not the familiar tug of old drivers insisting I do more, be more, fix more . Lately, when I sit with myself - really sit, without rushing past the discomfort or the longing - I keep returning to two simple, almost disarmingly ordinary words: peace  and joy . It turns out that, after everything, that’s all I reall

There are chapters in my life that I wish I could rewrite - not to erase the pain, but to rewrite the silences. I suffered with serious bouts of depression throughout my daughter’s childhood. At times, it swallowed me whole. I separated from her mum when she was two, and from then on, I mostly saw her alternate weekends - every other Saturday felt like a glimpse of sunshine through thick grey cloud. I loved her fiercely, but I know there were times I felt unreachable, even to

It usually starts small. A cheeky accumulator on a Saturday. A spin of the roulette wheel on your phone while you’re waiting for the kettle to boil. Maybe a flutter on the horses - nothing serious, just a bit of fun. But for some men, it doesn’t stay fun for long. The thrill becomes the fix. The win becomes the need. The next bet becomes the only thing that matters. And somewhere between the wins and the losses, a quiet kind of shame takes hold. The Hidden Epidemic We talk a

People sometimes ask, “Why would someone go to therapy?”                                              It’s usually said with a hint of suspicion, or maybe fear - as if therapy is only for those who’ve reached breaking point. But the truth is, therapy isn’t just about crisis. It’s about curiosity. It’s about wanting to understand yourself better, to live more freely, and to stop running from the parts of you that keep tugging for attention. Sometimes people go to therapy becau