If you read my last blog post, I might have left you with a wrong impression so let me start off by saying, all things considered, I had a great childhood. I grew up in a suburban, middle-classed neighborhood where Happy and Joy were present and connected with us daily. Excited was responsible for leading …

We need one another. Existence otherwise is unbearable. The trauma that my mother and father both experienced growing up created a disconnection with their parents. So naturally this impacted the cast of Emotional Characters that appeared on their stage. On my mother’s stage Love, Happy, Jealousy, Shame, Fear, Worry, Sad, Alone and Anger all vied, …

When I met Anger on that fateful day in the department store I knew my life had dramatically changed. In that moment, there was simply no way for me to understand its impact but I could sense its threat and it terrified me. My body had felt the commotion when Anger unpacked, moved in and …

Let’s face it – stuffing my feelings for most of my life has caused considerable difficulties for me both personally and professionally, particularly given that Happy and Sad have predominantly been behind the steering wheel. It’s like driving a car with two gears. Except each gear has varying degrees; put on the song Rocky Top …

I met Anger shortly after turning the age of forty. It was not an amiable introduction. No pleasantries were exchanged – not even a handshake and certainly no eye contact was made. Instead, my body felt like it had been taken hostage. I felt out of control as a foreign wave of emotion swept through …