Reflections on Healing, Storytelling, and Becoming
Notes from the in-between: fragments of process, healing, worldbuilding, and the quiet madness of writing.
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The Lantern and the Lock: Why I Don’t Give Advice
One of the most frequent questions I get, often in the very first session, is: “So, what should I do?” It’s a natural request. When we are lost in a forest, we want someone to point north. We expect the psychologist to be a mechanic for the soul, someone who can open the hood, find…
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Today’s film: Carnage (2011)
2nd time watching THE FILM MIND: THE BURNING OF THE BOXES When looking at a narrative structure like Carnage, you are looking at the ultimate breakdown of human containment. The entire film is a masterclass in what happens when the polite “Surface Talk” of civilized society is systematically stripped away, leaving a room full of…
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The Quiet Observer: Why I’m Not “Reading” You at Dinner
One of the most persistent myths about being a psychologist is that we are constantly “on,” that we spend every social gathering dissecting your childhood or labelling your nervous tics. People fear the “X-ray vision,” thinking I’m judging them behind a polite smile. The truth? In my private life, I’ve learned to put that radar…
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Today’s film: Good Will Hunting (1997) & What About Bob? (1991)
3rd time watching & 2nd time watching THE FILM MIND: THE THERAPEUTIC TUG-OF-WAR When observed side-by-side, Good Will Hunting and What About Bob? serve as two radically different, yet clinically precise mirror images of the exact same phenomenon: the delicate, high-stakes architecture of the therapeutic relationship. They explore what happens when an intense, unfiltered mind…
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The Human in the Chair: Behind the Professional Silence
There is a common image of the psychologist: a person sitting in a comfortable chair, nodding with a serene, almost detached wisdom, as if they’ve solved the puzzle of existence. People often walk into my office and look at me as if I’m a finished product, a machine that doesn’t glitch, a mirror that never…
This blog exists as a continuation of the same journey that shaped The Threads of the Triad series.
I began writing during therapy, at a time when I was learning how to breathe again after a difficult period. Storytelling became a way to slow down, observe my inner world, and give shape to emotions that didn’t yet have language. Over time, those private reflections transformed into a fantasy series rooted not in conquest or spectacle, but in healing, memory, and choice.
This space is where that process continues: more openly, more quietly, and more personally.
Here, I write about storytelling as a tool for recovery, creativity as a form of grounding, and the small, often unremarkable moments that help rebuild a sense of purpose. Some posts explore the emotional foundations behind my novels. Others reflect the ways art can hold us when logic alone is not enough.
This blog posts are not meant to offer quick fixes. They are reflections shaped by lived experience, about learning to stay present, to listen inward, and to choose gentleness in a world that often rewards urgency and force.
If you are drawn to fantasy that values inner transformation, to creative work born from healing, or to thoughtful explorations of memory and meaning, you may find something here that resonates. You are welcome to read in order, or simply follow the threads that speak to you.
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