22/10/2025
Every time I’ve felt powerless in my life, I’ve also been tired, and usually, I’ve been alone.
There’s this image people have of psychotherapists -that we’re calm, middle-class folk with tidy offices, loads of letters after our name, and our proverbial stuff well and truly together.
That somehow, we've transcended the mess.
The truth is, that’s not my story.
I’m a working-class woman and mother of three. My Granny cleaned floors in a biscuit factory, my Granda was a roofer, and I’ve carried their graft in my bones my whole life.
I’ve lived a lot of lives already.
Moved house more times than I can count, had a fair few jobs, and worn a lot of hats.
I’m not widely travelled, but I’ve travelled far.
And although the wolf isn’t quite at the door anymore, I still feel this generational fingerprint on me. A nervous-system alertness that struggles to rest, even when life is good.
It’s the part of me that double-checks the locks, feels like the police will be at the door when I do my tax return, and checks my passport’s still in my bag at airports.
Now, there’s another trope about therapists , that we either say nothing about ourselves, these blank slates who nod politely while you pour your soul out…with...the long...pauses....that...get...so...awkward.
Or we go the other way, and tell you our whole life story, hoping it somehow helps, like an old pal on a Friday night.
Personally, I think the truth lives somewhere in the middle.
Sometimes, parts of me meet parts of you. Sometimes our stories overlap, and other times they don’t, but it’s the meeting that matters.
That’s where therapy starts.
Not in analysis or clever theories, but in simple, human recognition.
I came to therapy later in life, after I’d had my children and when the dust had settled.
Things were good. I wasn’t trying to fix anything dramatic, I just felt this pull.
I wanted to stand next to people when life got heavy , so you can catch your breath and rest for a bit.
That’s what brings me here, with my wee suitcase full of life experience, a psychotherapy qualification, and probably too many book ideas.
I’m here, ready to meet you where you are.
For now, you don’t have to be anywhere else.
If you’d like to find out more, please get in touch.