A Tree and a Stone
November 2, 2024
As I sat in the bus and watched the world go by, I noticed the trees and their roots at
Hi all, I’m Heather and I’m a counselor with PHS. After much deliberation our team decided that it was time for us to include a blog that may not be as focused on the therapists perspective.
This little project is close to my heart as I have realised that more often than not people do not understand what it means to live with mental health issues.
It is so easy for our loved ones to get hurt by the way we think or act upon those thoughts. We are NOT responsible for their reactions, that is their responsibility. However, I do believe that we can show them, truly show them, what it means for us. We are responsible for out own actions and healing.
This spot will be for those who wish to share a little piece of their soul, so that anyone who is trying to understand a loved one might stand a chance.
Our first writer is someone in my life that is an inspiration as she is navigating her life with misdiagnosed mental health and physical health illnesses. I hope that anyone reading her posts will reach out if they feel a connection to what she has to say.
If you would like to write for us please do contact us. Some of our writers may choose to remain anonymous when they post. I will have spoken to and be connecting with anyone who wishes to write as a means of vetting them.
If you feel that you are connecting with the writers on here more than you expected to and would like to ask for help or a shoulder our team is always ready to hear from you.
“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic, and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”
Graham Green
As I sat in the bus and watched the world go by, I noticed the trees and their roots at
Obese, fat, no hope for you, a disgrace, immature withno self-discipline – these were words and phrases that I was
“Compulsive overeating is a permanent disability. We do not look forward to becoming normal eaters at some point in the
Life remains a mystery. My emotions are seemingly an even greater mystery. I’ve just returned from time away with my
Have you ever had those whispers telling you that you will never amount to anything?
My son, my sun Exhausted by night, as usual. Fall asleep while tucking him into bed. Waking up by the
If you’ve been following my journey, you’d know that I am a medical intern in South Africa. Working in a
To talk or not to talk I’ve never liked to talk about the deep stuff – the kinds of things
“Maybe I really could push through without them and employ the famous ‘mind over matter strategy’ and to ‘just be more positive’.
Please, don’t do that to yourself. You deserve better – and I’m saying that as someone who has been down that road and heard it all before.”
Down the comparison wormhole… Have you ever felt so inept that you wonder how you’ve made it so long? Kind
Your struggles are so real and valid but it doesn’t mean you need to face them alone.
Today is one of the bad days. All I’ve been able to do today is eat. I have seemingly developed
On days like today l feel betrayed by my own body and mind.
“You’re never as alone as you feel”
Welcome to our FIRST personal blogger. I’d like to take a moment to introduce you all to Shirley. Shirley is
Unit 1702a, Causeway Bay Commercial Building
Sugar street, Causeway Bay,
Hong Kong