When women don’t fit I am writing this at the beginning of Women’s History Month. Marking history is important, but so is asking what continues quietly beneath it. As a therapist and as a woman, I am interested not only in who we applaud, but in how we name women when they do not fit. There is a particular kind…

Christmas Eve often arrives carrying far more than mince pies and wrapping paper. For many people, it’s a day thick with expectation. Expectations about how we should feel, how we should behave, and how much of ourselves we should give. Old family dynamics can re-emerge quietly but powerfully, sometimes before we’ve even realised what’s happening. Roles we thought we’d outgrown…

When people find out I’m a therapist, they often imagine calm. Someone endlessly patient, grounded, and perfectly organised. I sometimes wish they could see the inside of my head instead, the lists that multiply, the tabs that stay open, the way I can forget what I walked into a room for while remembering every detail of something a client said…