Jessica Kuepper - Counselling Services

01/06/2026

22/01/2026

“No one forgets the truth. They just get better at lying.”

― Revolutionary Road (2008)

14/12/2025

I see you.
The ones who can’t sleep at night because our soul doesn’t know peace. The ones who look for the beauty in darkness because it’s all we have.
I see you, the ones who struggle to wake up and fight each day. The ones who have more bad days than good under their belt. I see you still getting up and trying, even if every ounce of you internally wants to quit.
I see you, fantasizing over the fairy tale, even if life has given you the exact opposite. I see you never losing hope. The hopeless romantics, the empaths, the fighters.
I see you, and you are beautiful because you never give up. You’re beautiful because you allow yourself to feel the highs and the lows, and accept that life comes with both.
I see you, but it’s time for you to see yourself, the way the rest of us see you.
You are more than enough, and your depths do not make you hard to love. They make you even more worthy of love. And it all starts with the love you give yourself.
I see you, the world hasn’t been kind to you.. but I will. I see you, because in you, I see me.
And I want you to know that you are not alone..

B. Vigil 🫧

Artist Credit: Lisa Aisato

18/10/2025

your nervous system has forgotten what safety feels like ❤️‍🩹

01/06/2025

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I remember shortly after my loss reading this and thinking…”So true!”

16/02/2025

🎬🎬 Directed by Amy Koppelman, A Mouthful of Air (2021) is a poignant exploration of mental health and motherhood, anchored by an emotionally raw performance from Amanda Seyfried. The film is an adaptation of Koppelman's own novel and delves deep into the struggles of postpartum depression and the complexities of a young mother's internal world.
The story revolves around Julie Davis (Seyfried), a children's book author who crafts enchanting stories that help children confront their fears. Ironically, Julie herself is haunted by her own demons, battling severe depression and unresolved trauma. The narrative takes a heart-wrenching turn when Julie’s struggles intensify after the birth of her second child, forcing her and those around her to confront the silent yet devastating impact of mental illness.
Seyfried delivers a career-defining performance, capturing Julie's vulnerability, despair, and fleeting moments of joy with remarkable nuance. The supporting cast, including Finn Wittrock as Julie’s caring yet overwhelmed husband and Paul Giamatti as her empathetic psychiatrist, adds depth to the emotional narrative.
Visually, the film uses a muted color palette to mirror Julie's inner turmoil, juxtaposed with the vibrant, dreamlike sequences of her children’s book illustrations, symbolizing her desire to create a world free from pain. The direction is intimate, often focusing on Julie's expressions and body language to convey unspoken emotions.
While A Mouthful of Air sensitively addresses the stigma surrounding mental health, its slow pacing and heavy subject matter may not appeal to all viewers. However, it remains a deeply affecting portrayal of a topic that is rarely depicted with such honesty in cinema.
Overall, A Mouthful of Air is a hauntingly beautiful film that sheds light on the hidden battles many face, offering a message of empathy and understanding.

24/11/2024

Ernest Hemingway once said: In our darkest moments, we don’t need solutions or advice. What we yearn for is simply human connection—a quiet presence, a gentle touch. These small gestures are the anchors that hold us steady when life feels like too much.

Please don’t try to fix me. Don’t take on my pain or push away my shadows. Just sit beside me as I work through my own inner storms. Be the steady hand I can reach for as I find my way.

My pain is mine to carry, my battles mine to face. But your presence reminds me I’m not alone in this vast, sometimes frightening world. It’s a quiet reminder that I am worthy of love, even when I feel broken.

So, in those dark hours when I lose my way, will you just be here? Not as a rescuer, but as a companion. Hold my hand until the dawn arrives, helping me remember my strength.

Your silent support is the most precious gift you can give. It’s a love that helps me remember who I am, even when I forget.

16/08/2024

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls.

30/06/2024

Again, a client shared that her best friend asked what she's doing to "work toward closure" after her son's death to su***de.

What is this 'closure' thing about which so many people speak? More importantly, why is it so important to others that grieving people find this elusively shaming 'closure'?
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I suspect this closure-peddling by others is about their own discomfort with grief and our suffering.

I suspect some have bought into the myth that there is an end-point for all pain.

I suspect some believe in a fairy tale where a moment-in-time arrives and all pain and grief are swept into the netherworld. That feels better to them.

But deep grief and pain cannot forced into closure. Nor should they be.
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I submit that to close ourselves to grief is to close ourselves to love; simply, to shut down our hearts. By soliciting the concept of closure to those who suffer, the underlying message is a dangerous one.

The message is: don't feel.
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I reject this thing they are selling, this idea of ‘closure' on grief to make others comfortable. This rhetoric is not, and will never be, my truth.

Closure is for old bank accounts, picnic baskets, front doors, and peacoats.
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I learned to trust that I could live again; but it would be living a different way.

I learned to trust I would be able to feel joy again; but in a different way.

I learned to trust that I would be able make space for grief in my life, for as long as I lived.

And I made a decision to keep my heart open to all the beauty and horror that is part of this experience on earth and to work toward compassion for others, when I felt ready.
. . .

I submit that 'closure' has no place in my own grieving heart. It never has. It never will.
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