We’re taught to fear our breakdowns. To see every crack as a flaw. Every emotional collapse as failure. But what if the breakdown isn’t the end… what if it’s the beginning? I was in a workshop years ago where a psychologist spoke about Post Traumatic Growth – and showed an image of a shattered bowl repaired with gold, called Kintsukuroi. It’s the Japanese art of mending broken pottery with gold or silver lacquer, not to hide the damage, but…
Forgive yourself for falling for it again. Because men like him, they massively catch you off guard. 🥺 Even when you think you’ve learned enough from the mistakes in the past. Even when you think you have way more wisdom than ever before. Even when the instincts you fought so fucking hard to get are bound to sniff out any rotten eggs. Even though that little voice in the back of your head is niggling at you…. whispering… telling…
Last week I got the following email via the contact form on my website: “All this advice, advice, advice! Why doesn’t anyone EVER acknowledge the limitations put upon us by those who control the narrative? Those who make the laws and decide our options? It’s near to impossible to create the life you want when society decides it for you and expects you to toe the line? I’m all for making my dreams come true… if only “they” would…
I often have conversations with people who speak a lot about what they perceive as their anxiety and depression 🥹 What I’ve noticed is that sometimes we pathologise feelings that are a normal response to an abnormal situation. “You are not a mess. You are a feeling person in a messy world.” ~ Glennon Doyle Melton We throw around terms like anxiety and depression very loosely in this modern world, often when it’s not actually…





