Sonny<p>Some <a href="https://weirder.earth/tags/counselling" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>counselling</span></a> thoughts.<br><a href="https://weirder.earth/tags/therapy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>therapy</span></a> <a href="https://weirder.earth/tags/TherapyChat" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>TherapyChat</span></a> <a href="https://weirder.earth/tags/TherapistsConnect" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>TherapistsConnect</span></a> <a href="https://weirder.earth/tags/mentalheaIth" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>mentalheaIth</span></a> </p><p>Counselling is such a strange job in so many ways. When I’m feeling a bit ill or wobbly, it can be quite easy to fall into worrying that I have no idea what I’m doing. The reality is that, at least for how I work, it’s not really about the *doing* but the *being* (so I guess it makes sense that when the being bit feels wobbly, I could start to doubt myself), and actually the more I try to *do*, often the less I’m in contact and the less helpful, connected, and present I am.</p><p>1/2</p>