When I was little, my mum used to sing me “Summertime” by Gershwin. The second verse goes like this:
Do you know that feeling when you’re about to jump into the unknown and you do pretty much…
Something I’ve struggled with for, as long as I can remember, is stating that ‘I am…’ a writer, a psychotherapist…
So here’s the thing… there’s no such thing as the truth.
There, I said it.
I find that quite relaxing but for many, it can be a confronting concept to entertain.