A voice can start as a whisper.
A breath. A sigh. Words may follow.
Silence may linger. Break. Resist.
 

And somewhere along the way, a question may bloom:
Am I safe here?
 

What about safety? What about it?

No 'click to add to cart' option, I'm afraid.
We have to roll up our sleeves. Shape it, together. Session after session. With a curious mind and an open heart.

And perhaps start by asking: What do I need to feel safe, right here, right now, with this person?
 

I'm Yann. He/They.
A therapist, writer, researcher, and fellow human being.
 

In the therapy room, much like through research or on the page, I keep coming back to questions:
 

How can we own our voices, feelings, identities, desires, loves, without having them contained, muzzled, crushed or silenced?
 

How do we refuse the governance of categories and labels without losing access to care, support and recognition? Why can't we? Who is stopping us?

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Are we depressed, or were we never given the means to blossom? And who gets to decide what blossoming should look like, anyway?

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I like asking questions that unsettle the certainties we've been spoon-fed since the cradle. The things we're told are natural, immutable, just the way things are.  Says who?​

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Whoever you are, whatever shape you come in, and wherever you're from: you're welcome here.​ There's room
to breathe. To fill your lungs. To take up space.

 

At your own pace.