Joanna's Therapy Room

24/11/2025

“Preserve your memories, keep them well, what you forget you can never retell.”
Louisa May Alcott

Gotthardt Kuehl - The Garden Room, 1897.

15/10/2025

Things you can only say to your closest friends…

- Come feel how hairy my legs are. I need to shave.
- Yeah I can talk, but I‘m sitting on the toilet.
- Can you pluck this chin hair for me?
- Okay. I need to vent and I’m going to need you to not judge me for what I’m about to say.
- Come over, but I‘m not putting on a bra.
- You have anything good in the fridge?
- I‘m in front of your house.
- If I’m mean it’s because I’m about to start.
- Can you pray for me?
- You have something in your nose.
-I just peed my pants a little.
- [Doesn’t say anything just gets the salad out of your teeth for you.]
- I‘m really struggling.
- I really, really, really love you.

Love,
Amy

14/10/2025

26/09/2025

True, no proving or telling people it's you and me just doing what we love 💕💕

10/09/2025

“Fill your life with women that empower you, that help you believe in your magic and aid them to believe in their own exceptional power and their incredible magic too. Women that believe in each other can survive anything. Women who believe in each other create armies that will win kingdoms and wars.”
Nikita Gill

Gerda Wegener - Women Under an Umbrella, 1920.

29/08/2025

A DAY IS NOT LOST

A day is not lost if you failed to tick off a list,
or a diet was broken.

A day is only lost if you forgot to say something kind to yourself, or another.

If you forgot to pause and search for a tiny spark of beauty amongst the drudgery,
glimmering like gold in the mud.

A day is only lost if you forgot that life, even in the worst of times, is still a gift.

A gift you so very much deserve to live through
and not just survive.

Donna Ashworth

This is included in my new fully illustrated book ‘Joy Chose You’
Available to pre order now

Art by one of my favourite artists Bettina Baldassari -.

27/08/2025

No one prepares you for the silence that children leave behind when they grow up...
Not the silence of an empty house,
but the silence that creeps into your heart...
when they no longer ask you what to do,
when they no longer seek your advice,
when they begin to live... without you.

And you smile, of course.
Because that's what you wanted: to see them fly.
But inside... something breaks.

Because being a mother of adult children is something else.
It's biting back your words when you see they're wrong.
It's swallowing the urge to call when they don't answer.
It's learning to love without invading.

It's looking from afar, with your hands still
and your heart trembling.

Sometimes they tell you things... but often they don't.
And you pretend it doesn't hurt.
But it does hurt.
It hurts not to be part of everything like before.
It hurts to see that they no longer need you... at least not like before.

And yet, there you are.
Putting out their favorite food when they come over.
Arranging their childhood photos.
Praying for them every night, as if that were enough to protect them from the world.

Because deep down, a mother never stops caring.
She only learns to do it from the shadows.
From a corner.
From a prayer.

And that's a form of love that no one sees...
but that sustains everything.

Moral:
Being the mother of an adult child means accepting that you are no longer the center of their life... but continuing to love them as if you were. Because there are loves that don't fade; they only learn to wait in silence.

Mayrasak
Art: Same

Sacred Divine Feminine
https://EmpowerWholeness.com