Hello and Welcome Back to The Therapist Diaries, It’s been a couple of weeks since I last posted, and I really appreciate you sticking around and coming back to the blog. I’ll be honest, I needed a break. Since opening my private practice in the UK, life has been a whirlwind. Between juggling work, the time difference with the US, family life, and managing my Type One Diabetes, I just ran out of steam. We all know that feeling, when you’re stretched thin, and every day requires a kind of strength that never lets up and today, I wanted to write about that kind of relentless exhaustion, about what it’s like when being strong all the time starts to feel like too much. Some days, being on top of everything feels less like a choice and more like an obligation. In my work with children and families affected by chronic illness, I see firsthand how impossible it can feel to turn off. These families live in a constant state of vigilance, where rest and reprieve aren’t luxuries, they’...
Hello and Welcome Back to The Therapist Diaries, Last week I had one of those low days that seemed to arrive without warning. I woke up feeling heavy, flat, and quietly disappointed in myself. I felt behind in my progress. I felt defeated in my ongoing relationship with Type One Diabetes. I felt lonely while the people I love were busy with their own plans, and irrationally envious of people socializing, even though I didn’t actually want to see anyone. All I wanted to do was stay in bed and cry. And the fact that I wanted to do that made me feel even worse about myself. How did I handle it? As a clinician, I’d love to tell you I immediately booked an extra therapy session, journaled for 45 minutes, did breathwork, and cognitively reframed my distortions. But this blog is all about being honest about our mental health with ourselves and others, so... the truth? I stayed in my pajamas and watched childhood comfort films back-to-back: Barbie as The Princess and the Paupe...