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As a psychologist I often meet with children that don’t understand what’s wrong with them or their friends or parents. To help them understand I have written the book “When Clouds Hide The Sun”. The book describes childhood depression in a very easy to read and ‘fun’ way.
If you think having a role model & seeing people who are like you isn’t important when you are growing up you are wrong.
The power of the media is strong & whatever the message is you grow up with is the one that can either help or damage. More
“When Clouds Hide The Sun” my children’s picture book on childhood depression will be released this month!
As I write this I have just realised how long it has been since I have written an article or a proper story. How long it has been since I felt really okay and that I might have suffered a PTSD related setback. Why has this happened I wonder: I felt so good a few weeks ago. Then I realise it started with watching a new Netflix series called 13 Reasons Why. More
So we’ve reached January. Usually the most depressing month of the year. With the year we’ve just had it’s hard to imagine anything more depressing coming at us.
Oh … wait … January the 20th got ya.
This is the month where we try to make good on our New Years resolutions, seek to focus on the year ahead and look back on our past. This is also the month where we most remember those we have lost.
For me this started earlier last month: I celebrated my birthday on December 11 last month, but it wasn’t a happy one. It was the day my beloved Ziggy, an adorable Jack Russell dog that I had for fifteen years (since she was a puppy) got ill. A few days later she had to be put to sleep as nothing more could be done for her and she was in too much pain.
The loss alone was horrific, but for me, it triggered a lot of regrets, trauma, self-loathing and the remembrance of other losses More
What we lock away from ourselves are usually things we are afraid of. Fears, unwanted desires, traumatic parts of our history we claim to have forgotten. We lock all of this in a box which we hide in the depths of our being and go through our days pretending that what we don’t know and feel does not exist. We succeed for some time, but later all this unfinished business comes back to haunt us. More