Kyle Day

In simple words, I’m a creative, sensitive, and curious person. Since I can remember, I’ve always had an intimate relationship with the question, 'Why?' Curiosity, how it can lead to so many wonderful things. It can also, perhaps we can agree, tend to lead one into conflict with the status quo. In my adolescence, my encounters with conflict led to confusion. My 'whys' multiplied as sensitivity levels felt saturated. In hopes to appease the internal turmoil, I asked the pertinent questions, but the responses didn’t feel relatable. Despite my will, figuring things out felt implausible. This situation led me to do the unspeakable - ask for help. Then, half my life ago, would be my first encounter with a psychotherapist. The experience was strange at first. But over time, reflection with my therapist became a refuge. It sort of became like a hidden park in a sleepless city; somewhere where I could pause, reflect, and express the relationship with myself and the world around me. At last, I found a place where curiosity and why-people are welcome. Naturally, a fondness grew in me for this environment. I wanted to eventually sit in the other chair. But life knew better. The timing wasn’t right. Curiosity sought more trouble. From Southern California, I moved to San Francisco studying sound engineering, to Berlin playing music, to Paris exploring visual art. All the while, continuing to pay my visits to various psychotherapists and their Scandinavian armchairs so I could turn the Rubik’s cube. Today, my explorations lead me here, where I feel at my best. Now, I'm in the south of France where I've worked hundreds of hours working with adult groups and individuals. All these explored parts of me are finding their place, ultimately centering me to my core - being, and being in relation. Working in a helping profession with other people is deeply rooted in who I am.