Carrie Flynnt - Therapist

Carrie Flynnt - Therapist Online Hypnotherapist and UKCP trainee Psychotherapist. Therapy for women who are in the midst of undoing and becoming. There's a line I return to often.

I'm Carrie Flynnt - therapist, listener and companion for women as they move through the complex and tender thresholds of life. My path has been shaped by decades of being present with women - as a midwife, an educator, a carer, a women's circle guide - through times of deep change, quiet becoming, and necessary unravelling. Now as a UKCP trainee integrative Psychotherapist and fully qualified clinical Hypnotherapist, I offer a space where women can lay down what's heavy, speak what's been unspoken, and begin to trust their own inner landscape again. My work is grounded in relationship, the felt senses and the slow, unfolding truth of who we are when we stop performing and start listening. On a personal note, I have always been drawn to edge places - where one thing becomes another. Where land meets sea, where dusk holds both day and night, where identity dissolves so something new can take shape. These in-between places live not just in the world around us, but within us. They are where I do my most meaningful work. My style is warm, reflective and gently inquiring. There's Yorkshire steadiness in how I work, and also a willingness to sit with discomfort and explore the shadow... not to fix it, but to hear what it asks of us. I'm especially drawn to supporting women in times of transition: child-birth, menopause, grief, identity shifts, care-giving, post-mothering, or any moment of anxiety when the life a woman has been living no longer quite fits. These thresholds may feel disorientating, but they're also invitations... to reimagine, to unlearn, to begin again. "When the soul is ready, the path will appear". I don't believe the soul hurries - but I do believe it knows. My role is to walk beside women as they begin to trust that knowing, even when the way forward feels hidden. As John O'Donohue so eloquently wrote, "A threshold is not a simple boundary; it is a frontier that divides two different territories, rhythms, and atmospheres". This is the terrain I honour... the space between what has been and what is yet to come. And we are all in the process of becoming....

I'm living in another woman's house at the moment.... a woman who is nolonger living.All around it, there are echoes of ...
13/07/2025

I'm living in another woman's house at the moment.... a woman who is nolonger living.

All around it, there are echoes of her... in the door handles on the kitchen cupboards, in the ti**le of the wind-chime that I dug up from her overgrown garden and then, there's her roses, that arc and climb like little suns rising.

I didn't know this woman but I get a sense of her and I like her.

When choosing a therapist, it can feel a bit like that - like you have to rely on that feeling you get about a person.... the little clues... to get a sense of what they're about.

You have to first read their authenticity and then trust your instincts a little... take a leap of faith.

If you get a sense that you and me could do some powerful work together, perhaps we could have a chat?

My books are open for new clients.

For some reason, I've been hesitant about calling myself a 'women's therapist'... even when at the core of my being, I k...
24/06/2025

For some reason, I've been hesitant about calling myself a 'women's therapist'... even when at the core of my being, I know that that is exactly who I am...
.. and women have known it too.

I was becoming a therapist when I sat with women as they crossed the threshold into motherhood - the meeting place of their power and vulnerability.

I was becoming a therapist when I stood at the front of a busy classroom, teaching young women what it is to be authentic and to care.

I was becoming a therapist when I held the hands of elderly female patients, alone in a system that knew nothing of their back-story.

I was becoming a therapist when I facilitated women's circles, mother blessings and sat with women lost in despair and grief.

I was becoming a women's therapist, before I ever even knew it.

I stiill work with men, of course I do, but I notice that my work there is often to address the absence or disconnect from the feminine - often their mothers or other significant female caregivers. I help to heal that wound.

So yes... I'm a women's therapist.

How might I be able to serve you?

What does therapy look like with me?Therapy with me doesn’t look like a leather couch and a ticking clock, that's for su...
31/05/2025

What does therapy look like with me?

Therapy with me doesn’t look like a leather couch and a ticking clock, that's for sure.

It looks like you in your comfiest hoodie, curled up on your bed or in your favourite chair, maybe with a dog snoring softly nearby. There’s often a cup of tea (or coffee, or a bar of chocolate!), and there’s always space to just be.

There are tears... yes. Sometimes big ones.There’s also laughter... sometimes in the middle of the tears. There are messy moments, breakthroughs, long pauses, and deep sighs.

We talk about the things that keep you up at night and the stuff you’ve kept quiet for too long and through it all, I’ll be right there with you... listening, guiding, but never judging.

This is therapy that fits into your real life, not some polished version of it.

If you're interested in starting, feel free to reach out. There'll never be any pressure from me. Just a chat to see if we're a good fit.

Carrie

'How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that...
27/05/2025

'How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.'

Virginia Woolf: The Waves

Did you, like me, spend some of your childhood chasing the end of the rainbow, believing something magical waited there....
22/05/2025

Did you, like me, spend some of your childhood chasing the end of the rainbow, believing something magical waited there.... gold, answers, a leprechaun?

We'd run, eyes wide, hearts full... never knowing the rainbow itself was the actual gift. The wonder. The colour in the storm.

We forget sometimes: that the journey is the meaning.

What did the rainbow mean to you as a child?

What might it mean now?

'And somehow, in the tender space of healing, the broken parts come together in a new, exquisite way that might never ha...
20/05/2025

'And somehow, in the tender space of healing, the broken parts come together in a new, exquisite way that might never have been imagined were it not for the impact of change.'

Jody Doty

'To laugh is to risk appearing a fool,To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.To reach out to another is to risk involv...
18/05/2025

'To laugh is to risk appearing a fool,
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement,
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return,
To live is to risk dying,
To hope is to risk despair,
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow,
But he cannot learn, feel, change, grow or live.
Chained by his servitude he is a slave who has forfeited all freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.'

Leo Buscaglia: Living, Loving & Learning

'The darker the night, the brighter the stars.'Fyodor Dostoevsky
17/05/2025

'The darker the night, the brighter the stars.'

Fyodor Dostoevsky

'I build walls:Walls that protect,Walls that shield,Walls that say I shall not yieldOr revealWho I am or how I feel.'Aut...
16/05/2025

'I build walls:
Walls that protect,
Walls that shield,
Walls that say I shall not yield
Or reveal
Who I am or how I feel.'

Author unknown

'Promise me something..-" I'll love you forever "No, not that.Promise me you'll understand my little insecurities, my do...
15/05/2025

'Promise me something..
-" I'll love you forever "
No, not that.

Promise me you'll understand my little insecurities, my doubts, my reasonless fears.
Promise you'll get it when I want to push everyone away.
Promise me that even when we fight, you still believe I'm a good person.

Maybe I need someone who knows me too well and still choose to love me.. Rather than someone who loves me because they don't know everything.'

Author unknown.

'The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.'Alan Watts
14/05/2025

'The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.'

Alan Watts

I heard it today and infact, I hear it all of the time.“I’m too old to start over.”“It’s too late to choose differently....
13/05/2025

I heard it today and infact, I hear it all of the time.

“I’m too old to start over.”
“It’s too late to choose differently.”
“Who am I to want more… now?”

But let me say this, gently and clearly:

There is no age limit on change..
You’re not too far gone.
You’re not too fixed.
And you haven’t missed your chance.

You are allowed to grow past the version of you others got used to.
You’re allowed to want something new.
You’re allowed to follow the quiet inner shift...
even if no one else sees it yet.

The soul doesn’t work on deadlines.
It unfolds when it’s ready.
If you feel something stirring… that’s reason enough.

You’re not too old.
You’re just in season.

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