Claire Wain Counselling and Supervision

Claire Wain Counselling and Supervision Hello and welcome. I'm Claire, a Humanistic Counsellor and Clinical Supervisor. Whatever brings you here, you're very welcome.

I offer counselling, supervision and, through my writing, a gentle invitation to pause, slow down and be curious.

"I wonder why that's important to you?"It's almost a stereotype of counselling training.A client asks a question about u...
06/08/2026

"I wonder why that's important to you?"

It's almost a stereotype of counselling training.

A client asks a question about us and we're taught to gently turn it back.

Why?

Because counselling isn't about us. It's about understanding the client's world, not inviting them into ours.

And I agree with that.

But there was another thing I was taught that has stayed with me just as strongly.

That healing happens in relationship.

That authenticity matters.

That congruence isn't just something we talk about – it's something we embody.

I've never been entirely comfortable with the idea of being a blank page.
Because the moment someone walks into my office, I've already communicated something without saying a word.

My age.

The way I dress.

The trees outside my office.

Perhaps my teenage son walking up the drive.

The book on the shelf I was reading between sessions.

Whether I'm wearing a wedding ring or not.

We are never truly blank.

So if someone asks me whether I've struggled, I won't pretend I haven't.

If they ask what I'm doing this weekend, I might tell them.

If they ask my favourite song, or the last film that made me cry, I'll probably answer.

Not because the session is about me.

And not because I want to become their friend.

But because sometimes honesty is part of being fully present with another human being.

I probably won't tell them how I found my way through whatever I've lived.

That belongs to them.

Their path will never be mine.

But I can meet them as another imperfect human being.

And I think there's something deeply hopeful about that.

Even in the darkest part of the forest, sunlight finds a way.It doesn't arrive all at once, it slips through gaps, catch...
04/08/2026

Even in the darkest part of the forest, sunlight finds a way.

It doesn't arrive all at once, it slips through gaps, catching the edges of the leaves.

Perhaps a reminder that light doesn't always erase darkness.

It simply helps us to see where we are.

Maybe hope is like that.

A little glimmer that the light has been there all along.

30/07/2026

I wear this necklace everyday.

Not only for the deeply personal sentiment behind it, but also be of what it reminds me.

The black stone is Whitby jet. It's not a crystal at all, but fossilised wood.

Millions of years ago, it began life as a tree.

Buried beneath layers of sediment and transformed by immense pressure, it became something entirely different.

And yet, if you looked under a microscope, you would still see the grain of wood it once was. It still carries that memory after all this time.

I find myself coming back to that.

Pressure doesn't always erase us.

Sometimes it changes us.
Sometimes it shapes us into something we never expected.

But, perhaps, somewhere, underneath it all, we still carry the grain of who we've always been.

And perhaps that's why it's worth being patient with ourselves, while we learn to recognise it again.

I've been thinking about loneliness lately. We often think of it as the absence of people. And I wonder if that is alway...
28/07/2026

I've been thinking about loneliness lately.

We often think of it as the absence of people.

And I wonder if that is always the case?

Is loneliness the absence of company?

The absence of being understood?

Or perhaps something else entirely?

I'd love to know what you think?

When I look at this photograph, I see the laughing little girl who never really went anywhere.She grew up with me.She ca...
27/07/2026

When I look at this photograph, I see the laughing little girl who never really went anywhere.

She grew up with me.

She carried some of the words she heard most often, and over time, some of them became the way I spoke to myself.

Sometimes I wonder...

If she were standing in front of me today, would I speak to her the way I sometimes speak to myself?

I don't think I would.

We can all become our own harshest critic.

Perhaps self-compassion isn't only about being kinder to ourselves in the here and now.

Perhaps it begins with speaking to ourselves as gently as we would speak to the child we once were.

I love a hag stone.There's a joy in stumbling across one on a stony beach that has stayed with me since childhood.There ...
22/07/2026

I love a hag stone.

There's a joy in stumbling across one on a stony beach that has stayed with me since childhood.

There has always been a sense of magic around them. As I grew older, I found myself seeking out the folklore they inspired. The idea of a protective talisman, or of peering through the hole to glimpse the unseen, was irresistible.

Whilst I still hold on to some of that childhood magic, I now see something else when I find my treasure on the beach.

I see something shaped by time. Worn smooth in places, changed by everything it has encountered, yet somehow more interesting, more beautiful, for it.

It fills me with questions. How long did that take? What journey did this stone make before arriving at my feet, on this beach, at this moment?

I think people are a little like that.

When I sit with someone new, whether in my counselling room or in everyday life, I often find myself wondering...

What journey brought us together?

What have you seen along the way?

What has shaped you into the uniquely wonderful person you are today?

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Locksheath
Fareham
SO316PH

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Tuesday 9am - 8pm
Wednesday 9am - 8pm
Thursday 9am - 8pm
Friday 9am - 8pm
Saturday 9am - 12pm

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