I haven’t been updating my blog. I feel like it gets to this time of year, and this automatically happens, because I get the holiday blues. I’ve been on this Earth for 32 years and I still haven’t completely figured out why – the reasons seem to change with the years, even if one thing remains constant, which is the disconnectedness of my family. But this isn’t really about that.Continue reading “So, here’s the real, real”
I am the rejection queen. I don’t administer too many rejections myself, but I have become an expert at receiving them. Especially the big rejections – the ones that have a larger life impact, that can sway how the rest of your day, week, even year could go. And it’s not something I ever foresaw myself being able to handle really, because at heart I am a pretty sensitive person, who used to be very impacted by the opinions of others. But I suppose age and practice really do make perfect. Or they make for mild desensitisation; it’s unclear.
Two years ago around this time, I wrote about my desire to keep moving, and the beginning of my detachment from the London I had once considered home…
“Home is where the heart is.”
I have always struggled with this phrase. It sounds simple enough but actually, I’m not sure it means anything more than “Home is where you like to sleep”, or “Home is where the person you like, likes to sleep”; but that sounds a bit like the mantra of a stalker, so maybe it’s not quite as simple as that.
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If you love something, let it go…on hiatus for a bit. That’s right, this is the last episode of the first season of Headscarves and Carry-ons! We’ve had a blast with you lovely listeners, but now we need some rest and recuperation so we can bring you even more amazing gems in the new year with the next season!
Welcome to our #Askusanything episode!
This week we answer your burning questions – Abi AK describes her experience of being a Christian in a Muslim country, and Maame B explains how she became a therapist and why she didn’t need a medical degree for it! We loved your questions so keep sending them to firstname.lastname@example.org and we might answer them in another episode!
We also do our last spoiler (sorry?) recap of the final episode of season 3 of Insecure!
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Don’t all the best stories start this way: at the beginning of the end. Just after things get difficult. This story is about leaving therapy, about being the therapist and walking out. It is about stepping away from a belief system you had given your life to for ten years.
Exiting the work was a process. You move away from the constant simmer of emotions, forget the polyester smell of the couch cushions, and return to the memories of borrowed time and fifty minutes filled with silence, anguish, and trauma. These were the hardest things to do. Can you talk about these things? Or at least try?
Read the full piece over at Watermelanin Magazine
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In a previous life I was a psychotherapist. Now I’m a struggling writer with a residual desire to continue giving unsolicited advice on mental health and the human experience, in the hopes that something good will come out of my currently wasted therapy training.
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Today I took a different route to work. There’s nothing special about that except that I got to see how London is still vines of roads and pockets of alleyways. People still rush and zoom and frown and avoid eye contact here. People do that in lots of other places too, to be fair. But you know, London has its own special way of doing things.