Leah Sherry Psychotherapy

08/11/2024

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26/04/2024

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24/03/2024

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02/12/2023

Leah Sherry Psychotherapy Professional Corporation (LSPPC) is launching a new online relational therapy practice, and we are looking for Registered Psychotherapists (RP) and Social Workers (MSW) to join the team from the ground up. Come grow with us !
It's an exciting time for therapy, and as our industry has rapidly grown into the online space, issues of disconnection and isolation have emerged for practitioners.
Our new online clinic intends to build an exceptional team of therapists who can be there for each other as a community of professional collaborators.
If you are curious to learn more - reach out to office@leahsherry.com

27/06/2022

It’s a baby when I say it is.

25/09/2021

Resharing this today for those of us who need a reminder! The ability to detect incongruence and feeling that as unease is far from a fault.

Image description: Text on light blue background that says ‘you have finely tuned neuroception detecting incongruence where there is often a lot!’. Hand written words replace scribbled over existing text which stated ‘you have faulty neuroception detecting danger where there is none’.

25/08/2021

Open up, they say. Show your self. Be vulnerable.
Easier said than done. Sharing who we are isn't exactly taught and learned. We try, because we long for connection. We really do.
But our strategies of protection kick up. We hide in plain sight. Something inside says "danger ahead" and another thing inside says "what's wrong with you" and another thing says "try harder". So maybe we crack jokes, or spill the tea or try to fix other people. Not bad ways of being in relationship - but often ways to hide. I think its less of a big move - to open up - and more of a small scary tender step. Like showing you are nervous, awkward or uncertain. Saying less maybe, and allowing yourself to look how you feel.
Don't get me wrong - I love being cool. It certainly has a time and a place. To entertain - to fill the space - to create a constant feeling of comfort and ease.
But something gets lost in that - something left out. Something that might feel good too. Like a plain moment shared - two humans being human. I think it might be ok to give this a try.

22/04/2021

This is hard. We are enduring and adapting and coping and surviving. But some of us, barely.
Safety has hijacked our focus and nothing else gets to dwell. Inspiration smoulders - damp and cold.
Connection - zapped and fried - we are numbing.
Seeking comfort like it was blood from a stone.
Hope - just a joke now.
We are walnut-size. Hardened. Buried. Frozen. Waiting for the warmth of the sun on our seed.
The bear who sleeps will die, eventually. If the ground never warms to waken his heartbeat.
It's right to be scared and it's right to be mad.
Nothing was ever supposed to be like this.
Heads are hung. Hands are fists. White flags are starting to rise.
Can you cry, even? Can you?
When Netflix runs dry and the phone makes you snap and the shopping OH THE SHOPPING goes cold...
There we feel - what can't be destroyed. It's not as dangerous as it seems. To feel it. The hardest thing.

Art by P.C. 2019

16/03/2021

Fredrik Backman - from his book, Anxious People. He sounds a little salty on the subject, but point taken. I mean, we are all 'nurturing a myth' about our lives - online or face to face. And posting your curations to the internet - seems fine - who cares. Do it, don't do it, have an opinion, have no opinion - it's a human thing.
What gets to me though - is how it all lands. Our brains - take the images as 'real life' instead of selected frames. As we scroll through beautiful homes and happy couples, we take it in on a level. We compare. We wonder. How come we aren't beautiful and happy too? This isn't a new theory - and we are all versed in our defences - "I don't take social media seriously...I have a critical eye...I just post for my grandparents..." But the brain - its a tricky fu**er. Complex and purposeful - seeking on our behalf - what keeps us alive and connected to the human-kind. These so-called benign images we scroll over and over and over - they lay down tracks. A story gets told about the 'other people'. The happy people. We want to belong there too. In the beautiful place with the gorgeous everythings. We sense the myth but instead of seeing the photo as a photo - we see a life. A life we don't have. And we are left with only one question - "what's wrong with me?"
Be curious - be alert. When you are knee deep in the scroll - eavesdrop in on the brain and what it whispers. Thank it - for wanting you to belong. And let it know, you already do.

18/12/2020

Salad is not self love. At best - I'll give it a nod for 'self-care' - but self love? This pop-phrase is all over the feel-better memes. Coating conventional wisdom with yet more s**t we have to do to fix ourselves. "If you really loved yourself, you'd eat salad so - therefor - eating salad must be love.
I mean, I love a good wedge - and yeah - eating some fibrous greens can feel pretty good. Not just for the moral high-ground - but also in the bod. But self-love? If I could have strong-armed it with smoothies and push ups - I'd have fallen hard and married my self long ago. Yet no. Love came when I cried. Hard and ugly. With another human being. Someone safe. Who wouldn't judge me or cringe. A human who saw my human. And in that - wow. The simplest hardest thing.
Love of the self - is loving ALL the self. Not just the part that eats salad. But the part that hates salad too. The part that disgusts us - the parts that we shove into exile and banish in shame.
To love the unlovable. To open the door, invite it to the table, make it a plate, and listen - to what those ugly parts have to say. We dare not do it alone - that I know.
(photo - "Women Laughing Alone with Salad" a play by Sheila Callaghan")

08/12/2020

Icebergs. An obvious metaphor. Nature giving us a pristine and quiet little nod - showing our complexity in the simplest forms. A chunk of floating ice. In a giant body of water. What lies below the surface.
But I am thinking about her Bergy Bits today. You know them? They are sometimes called Growlers. The parts of the iceberg that melt and soften and break off. In a giant yawn - waking up - under the sun - the iceberg will growl and stretch and creak like a floor board. Hardened bits will break. And catch a small wave.
Kind of free - but still made of ice. It sounds like it hurts her - to split and crack and let chunks go. Growling. But its just nature. Its just sun warming cold.

04/12/2020

R E L A T I O N S https://www.elephantjournal.com/2020/12/the-therapist-i-will-never-forget/
'Heart of Gold' by Jaclyn Dina