The Feed

A reflective story from St Ives, Bingley, using a dog’s daily squirrel chase to explore adrenaline, presence, resilience, and letting go of outcomes.

A reflective essay on mental health, mindfulness, and healing, using the forest metaphor to explore slowing down, self-compassion, presence, and emotional wellbeing.

What my therapist taught me when facing a set back.

For a long time, I didn’t love myself at all.  It had been ingrained into me from a very young age that I was never pretty enough, thin enough, tidy enough, intelligent enough; there was always someone that I was compared to who was apparently better than me.  It massively destroyed my soul. When I was 52, my Dad died. I wanted him to last forever.  He was my best friend, and I was utterly broken, and I went into therapy. I had been in therapy before, as a result of huge bou

God, can this time of year just bugger off? I find it completely nauseating. Everywhere you look, it’s “new year, new goals, new you”,  and honestly — blah blah blah. According to the social media bible, I’m meant to wake up on January 1st as a calmer, fitter, richer, more spiritually aligned version of myself. Meanwhile, my inner crazy bitch is screaming: NOT HAPPENING. Because if you actually think about it, it’s just another week in another month in another year. Yes, the