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What I'm Thinking About as a Therapist

Lately, I’ve been thinking about blame. I was listening to the section on depression and apathy in David Hawkins’ Letting Go, and it stopped me in my tracks. He talks about how apathy isn’t just sadness — it’s when the system shuts down. The fight is gone. There’s no charge left, no spark. And underneath that, so often, there’s blame — subtle, simmering, sometimes almost invisible. You see it all the time in therapy. Someone sits across from you, heavy, flat, detached, but qu

Somewhere between the sacred and the clinical, humanity found a new kind of ritual. We still seek meaning. We still long to be seen. We’ve simply changed where we go to find it. Once, we turned to temples, mosques, and churches for solace. Now, many of us turn to therapy rooms. Not as a rejection of faith — but as an evolution of how we hold the human experience. The Meeting Place Religion and psychology aren’t opposites. They’re two languages trying to describe the same myst

We live in a culture that wants everything explained — why we feel what we feel, how to fix it, how to make it stop. But the body doesn’t speak in logic; it speaks in sensation, pressure, vibration, and release. And sometimes, the only way through an emotion isn’t to analyse it — it’s to move it. There are times when talking about what we feel just isn’t enough. The mind can loop, analyse, dissect — but the body still hums with the charge of it. Anxiety. Anger. Grief. Shame.

There comes a time when life stops cooperating with our plans. What was once steady begins to unravel — work, love, direction — and the ground itself seems to shift. You try to hold on, but the tighter the grip, the faster it all slips away. Suddenly, you’re there — suspended in the pause between what was and what will be. The old Greeks had a story for this place. Persephone, the daughter of Demeter, was gathering flowers when the earth split open and Hades pulled her into t

Lately I’ve noticed something. People walk into therapy already carrying labels. They introduce themselves not just with their name or...

There’s something underrated about silence. We live in a world that celebrates noise, busyness, and constant movement — yet it’s in the...