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.
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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