We work hard to be accessible, gentle and understanding in all our work.

We are specialists in providing high quality trauma and attachment therapies.

We work with adults and children affected by early trauma or more recent acute distress.

We pride ourselves on our professionalism, and we are experienced and highly trained.

Please feel free to browse our site, which has a lot of information on the outcome of trauma and the way we work with you to recover from hurtful and wounding events.

If you have any questions at all, please feel completely free to email or ring us, either about our services, or for any information about anything to do with the emotional hurts we work with.
We will be glad to take your call.

 

"Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help."
― Charles Bukowski

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may tread me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

 

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

 

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

 

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own back yard.

 

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

 

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

 

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

 

Maya Angelou

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.

 

Jack London

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

 

Omar Khayyam