The Therapist Diaries

Hello and Welcome Back to The Therapist Diaries,  When I was around ten years old, my aunt bought me my very first Matryoshka doll after we went to see Beauty and the Beast at the theatre in Blackpool. I remember sitting on the floor when I got home, carefully opening each wooden doll to reveal another hidden inside. One by one they appeared, each a little smaller than the last, until I reached the tiniest doll nestled safely in the middle. At the time, I simply thought it was beautiful. Years later, I found myself returning to that same little doll in my work as a therapist. During my training, I spent much of my time working with children and adolescents. One of the biggest challenges in therapy with young people is finding ways to explain complicated emotions and experiences in a way that makes sense. Children don't learn through lectures. They learn through stories, play, curiosity, and objects they can touch and remember. If they leave the therapy room with an image or a meta...

 Hello and Welcome to The Therapist Diaries,  Spoilers for House of the Dragon!! Are you watching House of the Dragon? Have you seen previous episodes? There was one moment in this season that has stayed with me long after the credits rolled. It wasn't Rhaenyra finally sitting on the Iron Throne. It was everything that happened before she got there. By this point, Rhaenyra has already endured more grief than most people could imagine. She's lost her father, the one person who truly believed she should inherit the throne. She's watched her birthright stolen from her. She's buried her heir. She's carried the weight of war, betrayal, and impossible decisions, all while trying to hold herself together.  And then she's faced with Otto Hightower. To everyone else in that throne room, Otto is the man responsible for usurping the crown. The mastermind behind years of political manipulation. The enemy. But to Rhaenyra... He was also her father's closest friend. The H...

 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...

Hello and welcome back to The Therapist Diaries,  As many of you know, my boyfriend and I went to school together. From age 11-16 we saw each other most days, shared a bus ride, and had similar friendships circles which overlapped quite a bit. As we reminisce over "the good old days", sometimes our memories don't match up. He has a brilliant memory about our time together and remembers things in much more detail than I do... and sometimes he remembers big events that I swear blind never happened.  Why is this? Part of this comes from the fact that he just has a better memory than me. I definitely need to do a few more brain training activities in the morning before work. But another big part of it is that, quite simply, my boyfriend and I had different high school experiences, as we all did. The fact of the matter is that our teenage years are incredibly important for memory formation and anything that knocks us slightly off balance, has the potential to impact our memori...