Emotions come and go. Sometimes they linger longer than we want them. We can be happy for days and then out of nowhere, sadness can show up. • Instead of ignoring, avoiding or numbing the emotion, try asking the emotion what it’s trying to tell you. Writing is helpful for this experiment. • Grab a piece of paper or your journal and write, “Hello Sadness. I know you are here. I can feel you. What are you trying to tell me?” Then just write what comes up from the perspective of sadness. • Sadness will be the one writing. Be open with this experiment. It may take some time for the emotion to express itself. Whenever you try a new experiment, do so with gentleness, kindness and grace. • 📷 @mccormickphotos
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It’s important to know when you’re struggling and when it’s time to ask for support. It’s a sign of strength to know your limitations and to be able to grow stronger with the help of someone else. In saying that, Self Reflections Psychology would like to announce our new addition to the team! Ellie is our new Administrative Support Worker who is with us on Mondays & Tuesdays. The help provided is already invaluable and together we’re excited for the ongoing expansion of Self Reflections!
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self-por·trait noun 1. Dirty brown hair, the faint hint of freckles in the summer, small hands. My body is a house, and all the windows are decorated with flowers. When i walk outside, i always pause to smell the lilies, since those are my favorite. Even in the winter, i can still see the hint of green in the field of trees, and the faint warmth of the sun masked by the chilly breeze. 2. Sometimes in between the flower petals and behind the evergreen trees, you can hear indistinct whispers. Ghosts like to reside here, as they roam my gardens and wildlife. Once i convinced myself that i was an abandoned building, but that was when the flowers wilted and the sun hid behind the clouds. Now, I know better. You shouldn’t mourn the dead, if they have already been buried in their graves. Some things you need to let go of, so they can let go of you. 3. Skinned knees, uncontrollable laughter. Ink stained hands and filled notebooks. Floating music notes and smiling memories. I’m a combination of millions of colors, and this life is my canvas. Never will i forget the masterpiece my existence is. I've learned how to grow used to the grays and blacks, but i will not let them be the main focus of my painting. Love blooms here, and no amount of sadness can hide that. 4. I smile as my tears water my flourishing gardenias and apple blossoms. With pain, comes life. And with my lungs being filled with the perfume scented air, as i walk through these fields of my mind and the gardens of my heart: i finally feel like home. • • This is my definition of who I am. I hope you enjoyed this piece❤️
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