Well this was unexpected. After just over a year I find myself in the earliest hours of the morning writing to you once again. Exhausted and battered – here I am.

I also write to you feeling torn. On one hand I never want to use this public space as a personal journal, but on the other hand this blog was built on the back of my own vulnerability.

A vulnerability that I want to keep using to help others, such as you. Because I know too well how us therapists will feel compelled to hide our own struggles.

After all, the client comes first – “do no harm”.

However, it’s in the most challenging times that I do my best to draw on anything that can help – to lean on my values as much as possible. Which is why, as I lay here surrounded by darkness of night, this blog has been recalled into action. If only for today.

To say that 2025 was the craziest of my life, would feel like the understatement of the century.

The universe gave the most potent dose of joy, in that my son was born (our first child).

He’s cute too. A Huggies baby. I won’t share a photo so publicly, you’ll just have to take my word for it.

But it was never going to be that simple. For the universe demands balance.

You get your perfect baby, but everything else is going to suck. While our son has been our miracle of joy – our ultimate gift – everything else in our life since has been near total chaos.

Tiring. Exhausting. I have never been this burnt out.

I would normally end with a call to action to you, but instead, I’m hoping you can offer it to me. I’d be forever grateful for any words of encouragement, advice, story swaps or just positive energy – if you have them.

And there you have it, my determination to use this situation for good. I’m so used to offering others what I can in their 50 minutes of need. But now it’s time for me flip the script and to ask you, dear reader, for anything you might be able to offer me, in my own time of need.