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I spotted this chicory this morning in Jubilee Country Park, Petts Wood. Sometimes life can feel like everyone else was handed a map — they seem to know what they’re doing, where they’re going, how to belong, how to make life make sense — while you’re left navigating the edges. Those edge‑places can feel marginal, overlooked, or rough underfoot, like the hard path in this photo. And yet, so often, that’s where real flourishing begins. Like chicory growing wild, some of the mo

Over the past few years, I’ve noticed something quietly consistent — in my work with midlife women, but also amongst friends, family, and the women in my own life. It isn’t a crisis, and it isn’t addiction. It’s a kind of recognition. A gentle, honest noticing that alcohol simply isn’t helping them cope anymore. Women tell me the same thing in different words: “I just can’t handle it now.” “One glass and I feel awful the next day.” “It makes me anxious instead of relaxed.” “I

Most people come to therapy believing there is something wrong with the way they think, feel, or move through the world. They’ve been told they’re too intense, too sensitive, too analytical, too emotional, too slow, too fast, too much, or not enough. They’ve learned to contort themselves into shapes that keep the peace but cost them their centre. But your way of being is not a problem to fix. It’s a pattern to understand, honour, and live from. Some people feel life more deep