I let it

On the days my heart aches with despair

The ache whip, clings to my face

Pulls through my chest and holds onto my bones

The rain, falling too late and weird for this time of year

When a gesture of small kindness hurts my teeth and

Little gumboots are too small to make it through a puddle

The ache bends, twists me, cracks my rib

I let it

From my Heart-Field to yours,

Phillipa Joy - Psychotherapist

I maintain a small private psychotherapy practice in South East Queensland, where I work closely with those who have experienced complex developmental, relational abuse and neglect. My practice is shaped by a commitment to being response-able to the legacies of harm carried through history, while nurturing ways of tending to relational care amidst today’s metacrisis.

With Masters qualifications in Psychotherapy and Narrative Therapy & Community Work, alongside two decades in not-for-profit, community, and private practice contexts, I bring both formal training and lived experience of walking alongside people impacted by profound harm.

My writing and therapeutic work seek to honour the complexity of suffering while opening space for care, connection, and transformation. I am indebted to a wide range of thinkers, practitioners, and artists across philosophy, literature, psychotherapy, and community work, whose insights continue to accompany and nourish my practice.

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