As a Life and Emotional Wellbeing Coach there is something I would like to share with you, I am also a bereaved Mother. When my son Christopher died on 8th October 2006 I couldn't imagine how I would ever feel normal again, much less happy again. Through the last seven and a half years, I realised that when you lose a child, you inevitably lose a big part of yourself. The loss of a child can be an extremely isolating experience and for parents who have suffered the greatest loss, I want you to know that you are not alone. I know that your healing journey, as was mine, is a long and arduous one. I now realise that the grieving process is also an important part of the healing process. As I started to put the pieces of my life back together, it became a process of integrating the love I carry for my son in my heart with the physical loss I have endured in order to create a new life purpose. I discovered a bereaved heart does continue to beat and even feel great love and joy again. I have experienced it in my own life and I have others who have too. As a Life Coach I can help guide and support bereaved parents to find a new purpose in life again after such a huge loss. If you need an understanding ear I can offer you a safe place to reflect on what this loss means to you and what might help to ease your way.
Emotional well being life coach and licensed NLP practitioner
Thursday, 17 April 2014
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
Recovery Coaching
Autobiography in 5 Short Chapters
a poem by Portia Nelson, published in her book
Chapter I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit ... but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter V
I walk down another street.
a poem by Portia Nelson, published in her book
Chapter I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit ... but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter V
I walk down another street.
Saturday, 4 January 2014
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