Why Counselling?

I really want my clients to understand why I do what I do and so I thought I would share a bit of my story with you. Hopefully this will help you to learn more about who I am and why I care so much about you and your story.

I am passionate about helping you overcome the struggles/challenges you are facing so that you can enjoy life to the fullest. And why shouldn’t you? You deserve to just as much as anyone else and more importantly, you can….

When I made the decision to become a Counsellor, it was for two reasons:

· I had reached a time in my life where I wanted to give back and help others

· I had overcome so many adversities in my own life that I knew others could too

What have I faced in my life? Well, without going into too many details, let me touch on a few areas that might resonate with you. In my twenties I received the news that the man who meant everything to me, my father, had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and was given six months to live – my world fell apart and after he passed, I went through years of believing I was coping when in fact I was suffering with depression. I met my husband one year after my father passed and in the following year I faced my first anxiety attack – it came out of nowhere, in the middle of the night. I knew I was not going to survive the night from the symptoms I was having, and my husband rushed me to Emergency. Of course, I did survive and was told that it was not actually a heart attack but a panic attack. I was sent home and prescribed anti-depressants. The medication changed my life – I could now think clearly and rationally but over time what I realised I couldn’t do was really feel. The medication had numbed me to the emotions we are meant to feel, and I was just going through life nonchalantly – obviously unaware of what I was missing out on.

Over the next few years we were blessed with two children, born at 29 weeks and 28 weeks respectively who each spent two months in Neonatal ICU fighting for their lives. In between their births, I had four miscarriages and so with the stress of all this I continued with my anti-depressants, increasing the dosage when needed and then decreasing as I got through everything. While the children were still young, we made the decision to leave South Africa as the crime had escalated and we feared not only for our own lives but now more importantly, our children’s lives. We moved to New Zealand and after three years made the decision to make our home in Australia.