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16/09/2025

Lovely sensible child with autonomy🥰

14/09/2025

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13/09/2025

This woman is so understanding and a beautiful person and parent 🌻

03/09/2025

01/09/2025

Hopefully this is allowed - I can really recommend this IEMT course and trainers and my clients have amazing results - see both pics for further details:

01/09/2025

Wake is so intelligent and informative - I’ve attended several of his courses over the years. If you are supporting a person with addiction issues this could really help you understand the reasons they are an addict and help you to support them 🌻

02/08/2025

Calming down after a meltdown:

01/08/2025

Wishing you all a stress free and relaxing weekend. What are your plans?
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01/08/2025

Thank you to all new followers. Excited to have you onboard!

27/07/2025

Great scenario and advice on dealing with an ASD/ADHD meltdown.

20/04/2025

A beautiful description of how therapy can help you find and love all parts of yourself 💔❤️‍🩹💗💝

by Jan-Willem van Der Heiden.

“There is a woman,

my therapist,

who has walked beside me

for years.

Not as a partner.

Not as a lover.

Not as a friend.

But as the one who said,

“I can hold all of you.”

And she meant it.

She has seen the parts of me

no one else has.

The raw, bleeding places

that came long before I had words for them.

The rage that wasn’t rage,

but grief no one taught me how to feel.

The shame I inherited

from men who never looked in the mirror

but passed their silence down like legacy.

And I brought it to her.

Not once.

But over and over again.

The days I collapsed in her presence,

not strong,

not composed,

not impressive,

just broken.

The moments I cried so hard

I couldn’t speak.

And she didn’t flinch.

She didn’t try to fix it.

She just stayed.

The moments I lied,

to her,

to myself,

because I didn’t yet know how to tell the truth

and still feel lovable.

The moments I ran,

disconnected,

projected,

judged her for seeing me too clearly.

And still, she stayed.

She has been a mirror

for every woman I couldn’t hold.

The ones I walked away from.

The ones I betrayed.

The ones who loved me

when I didn’t know how to love them back.

She became

my mother,

my exes,

my past,

my future,

the feminine wrapped in human skin,

reflecting everything I once rejected

and everything I still longed to return to.

She called me forward

with tenderness

and with fire.

She saw through every mask,

every performance,

every polished word.

And when I broke beneath the weight

of everything I’d been hiding,

she didn’t look away.

She leaned in and held me.

And somehow,

that changed everything.

Because I didn’t need advice.

I didn’t need answers.

I needed someone

to witness the storm

without trying to stop the rain.

I needed the feminine

in her most grounded form,

not seeking to soothe me into submission,

but standing steady

as I found the man beneath the mess.

And she did that.

Month after month,

year after year,

she held the line

while I unraveled and rebuilt,

forgot and remembered,

collapsed and rose.

And she reminded me,

with silence,

with softness,

with sharp clarity,

that I am still worthy

even in my undoing.

This is not just about one woman.

It’s about Woman.

The sacred, vast, mysterious force

that knows how to hold

what men have been taught to hide.

So to her,

my therapist,

my mirror,

my guide,

my challenger.

I thank you.

For being the place

I could finally bring all of me.

For showing me that being held

is not the opposite of being strong,

it is the root of it.

For letting me fall apart

so I could learn how to come home to myself

without shame.

You are the reason

I can now hold others.

You are the reason

I trust the feminine again.

You are the reason

my heart remains open

even when it hurts.

You showed me how.

And I will never forget it.”

19/04/2025

Happy Easter to everyone who celebrates 🥳