Stuck? Join the club. We stay stuck in bad places. We gingerly touch our scars, defend ourselves. We try not to feel our fears and end up not feeling ourselves. Ignore the knot in the stomach. It will go away. Chin up.
I became a therapist because I didn’t really have a choice. Life sucked. It all seemed so pointless. I gave it a try. Then another. I failed again and again. Everyone else seemed to be doing just fine. I heard therapists help. Do they? Muttering to myself that this is one expensive waste of time I decided to give it a try. Nothing changed. I’m still myself. The same fears, the same scars. It feels different though. I’m less ashamed of the scars. Some of them I even like now. My fears have faded, a bit. That feeling of being heard, understood – of being able to be myself – something of that slips out, from the clinic into life. Everything changed. After a few years of therapy, with life continually getting better. I decided to retrain as a therapist. I scaled back my career as a product manager in a software company and started out.
Bibliotherapy is a creative arts practice that weaves stories and texts into therapy. It connects to the understanding that creativity is central to self-actualisation and growth, where stories function like dreams: expressions of unconscious material that can be explored safely. Sometimes I’ll share a poem or passage that reflects what you’re experiencing. Sometimes you’ll bring something that speaks to you. Sometimes we’ll explore the stories you tell about your own life. The bibliotherapy happens through our conversations – it's not homework or formal exercises, but a way of using narrative and metaphor to access ourselves. I chose bibliotherapy because life is a story. We learn from stories and think in stories. Will I give you a poem for homework? Heaven forbid. Will we find echoes of your struggles in a tale? Will you look at your story in a new light? I hope so. I also offer correspondence therapy — a structured exchange of letters by encrypted email. Writing accesses experience differently from speaking. For some people it's the more natural way in.
My experience began in a student placement in a residential care home working with children and young adults who had been removed from their homes by social services. I came for a year and stayed for six – progressing from student to staff. I learned the depth and darkness of the pain we carry with us and how connecting to that pain brings growth that’s beautiful, strange and powerful. It’s hard to explain without vagueness. Confidentiality. I can’t tell another person’s tale; I’ll never tell yours. Therapy works in practice. Seen from the outside, it can be daunting. The promises so grand, the cost so high, the rewards so ill-defined. The knot and the butterfly. If you feel them – if you need to feel them – I’m here to help.
I hold a Master of Arts in Art Therapy (M.A.A.T.) with a specialisation in bibliotherapy from Kibbutzim College in Tel-Aviv, and a B.A in English and Critical Theory from London Metropolitan University.