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Allison Wells - Psyche Mental Health Centre

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Allison Wells - Psyche Mental Health Centre

Director and Clinical Psychologist at Psyche Mental Health Centre.

Hobart based mental health centre aiming to connect with the community in the promotion of mental health and wellbeing.

09/08/2026

At the start of this season, my son didn't want to play.

His heart just wasn't in it. He was convinced his team was going to get flogged. By North Hobart. By Clarence. By Kingborough. He wasn't wrong about the likelihood of that; these are well established teams and the thought of losing big to them was already disheartening

So we had a conversation in the car. A real one.

I told him he was probably right. That the scoreboard might not go their way. But I asked him what was within his game. What he could focus on. What he wanted to improve on that would help him grow and make a positive contribution to his team.

He pushed back immediately. As fourteen year olds do.

And then a couple of days later he came back to me and said he'd been thinking about it. That he wanted to work on his marking.

Friday night was his last game of the season. He took four marks. He tackled hard. He put pressure on every opposition player he could get near. And he walked away with player of the match.

His team was resoundingly defeated.

And I have never been more proud of him or his team.

What changed between the start of the season and last night wasn't talent. It was a conversation. A goal set quietly and chased consistently. A team environment that made him want to show up even when the result was unlikely to go their way.

That combination, the right conversation at the right time, and a culture that supports a young person to grow, is everything.

It's what we should be building in every sporting club. For every kid who's standing on the edge wondering if it's worth it.

Not just better footballers. Better humans.

The scoreboard tells us who won on the day. It rarely tells us who grew.

10/05/2026

Buckle up - this is a long one!

Today is the first Mother's Day I haven't spent at a football game, which is saying something given my hobbies are basically just taking other people to enjoy their hobbies. If you're in this motherhood era too, you know exactly what I mean. And while I'm genuinely grateful for the space to be home today, it feels odd. Because I’m not with the mums who've become my people.

To the netball mums who invited my daughter to play and nurtured her tenacious spirit from the outset. Who see her chaos as a strength, not something to coach out of her. Who refuse to sand down her quirks, seeing them as assets that can be channelled on the court. Who've embraced her fiery spirit and her teapot stance and her ability to twerk in defence. Who've loved her exactly as she is.

To the football mums who've stood with me in the cold, the rain, the hail. Who cheered as loudly for my kids as I have for yours. Who send messages after games to check in on them. Who celebrate every single achievement like it's your own. Who tell me to not delete my ranty late night messages before they’ve read (and laughed at) them. Who've painfully, patiently attempted concussion assessments on my neurodivergent son. You get it. You try anyway.

To the cricket mums I've shared cheese platters and wine with in the sun. Who've laughed with me when I've had to close my eyes as my son goes out to bat because we genuinely don't know what's going to happen. Who cheer the fours and wickets like they're your own.

To the dance mums who see dance as what it is; an opportunity for kids to be creative, to grow, to express themselves. Never competitive. Never pitting our kids against each other. I can hear you cheering my kids on when we watch the DVDs back. You've given me costume tips, hair tricks, reminders about competitions coming up. Also, to the mums who have sat through hours of dance concerts with no other connection to them other than love for my kids. You came.

CONTINUED IN COMMENTS ❤️

26/04/2026

Yesterday was one of those days that stays with you.

It started before the sun came up at the Sorell dawn service, then to Lindisfarne, and ended standing in silence with 14,000 people as the Last Post echoed around Ninja Stadium. Not quite 90,000+ at the MCG, but I promise you, just as powerful.

I had my 14-year-old son beside me for much of it. And I couldn't stop thinking, boys his age. His age. Heading off to war, never coming home. Some barely old enough to shave, let alone vote or drive or figure out who they were going to become.

As a psychologist I talk a lot about the weight people carry. Trauma. Grief. Fear. Those young men carried all of it, and then some.

At 14, some of those boys never got the chance to find out who they would become. My son still has that ahead of him, and the sacrifices made by so many are a part of why.

The debt of gratitude we owe those who have served, and those who continue to serve, is immeasurable. Yesterday was a reminder to never let that get lost in the business of everyday life.

Lest we forget. 🌺

18/04/2026

Umpiring U9 netball might just be the most wholesome way to start a weekend.

Look I know, pulling on white and heading to the coldest place on Earth (Creek Road, scientifically proven) isn’t exactly everyone’s idea of a good time. But this morning? Worth it. The excitement, determination, joy, and genuine kindness I saw (and felt) could thaw even my slightly cynical, mildly burnt-out soul.

I’m a big believer in junior sport. And honestly, we’ve been pretty lucky with the teams my kids have landed in. Great kids, great parents, the kind of people who cheer for everyone, not just their own.

Because I’ve seen the other side too, not even that long ago. And it's not pretty. Sometimes it’s loud and obvious on the sidelines. Sometimes it’s in the quieter, behind-the-scenes moments, where adult priorities can start to creep in and shift what this is all supposed to be about.

So maybe just a gentle reminder for all of us. These are kids. This is their game. If we keep it centred on fairness, development, and joy (for every player) we’re getting it right.

If that doesn't resonate, I'll be more blunt. Sit down, you've had your turn. It's their turn now.

Because they’re always watching.

And weekend mornings like this? They show just how good it can be when we do it right.

24/03/2026

Nobody panic. But, at the same time, for those of us who grew up in the 80s and 90s, our music icons may have been fibbing to us...🤣

08/03/2026

A sneak peak into my brain on International Women’s Day.

For my team and I, much of our work centres around helping people feel supported, respected and able to thrive. International Women’s Day is an important moment to recognise the contributions, leadership and strength of women, but it’s also a time to reflect on the values we want to carry forward.

For me, that reflection is both professional and personal. As a mother raising a daughter and a son, I often find myself thinking about the kind of world they will grow up in, and the values they will carry into it.

My daughter is bold, expressive and full of confidence. She’s not afraid to make her point or take up space.

My son, on the other hand, is calm, steady and quietly thoughtful. He often meets that same energy with patience and a sense of humour.

Watching them together reminds me how important it is that we nurture both confidence and empathy; that we raise girls who know their worth and boys who value and respect the strength in others.

At Psyche MHC, our work is grounded in the belief that people thrive in environments where they feel valued, supported and psychologically safe. Those same values matter just as much in the way we raise the next generation.

Today I’m celebrating the women who lead, advocate, care and inspire, and feeling hopeful about the world the next generation will help shape.

18/02/2026

This morning I thought something was medically wrong with me.

One leg just… wasn’t reaching the ground properly.
Subtle. But noticeable. Like my body had quietly resigned without telling me.

Looked down.

Two completely different white shoes.

Not similar. Not forgivable.

Two completely unrelated shoes. On my feet. In a professional setting. Where I give advice to others.

The sequence that led to this was elite:
Put on one shoe.
Child needed coins for a cap for swimming carnival.
Got coins.
Other child's laptop missing.
Found laptop.
Netball uniform suddenly urgent.
Found uniform.
Only had half my makeup on.
Lost an earring.
Checked the time.

Entered fight-flight-teleport mode.
Grabbed “the other shoe.”
Left with confidence. And lies.

So if you ever sit across from your psychologist and think "Wow, they really have their life together"

Just remember:

Your psych is human too.

Always check the shoes...

10/02/2026

Had the most amazing long weekend embracing my playful inner child; time with the (extended) family enjoying food, drinks and nature. Only to come back to earth with a thud when faced with return to school and work.

The grounding would have been ok had the universe not decided to take the p**s to accurately reflect my experience USING MY OWN THERAPY TOOLS!!!

This is how I found my room set up this morning. Inner child face down. Borderline rude. Well played universe, well played 👏🤣

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Tuesday	9am - 5pm
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Thursday	9am - 5pm
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