Counselling-Sal Swann

Counselling-Sal Swann Counselling for all ages. One to one. Couples and families. Mediation and conflict resolution. � and zoom calls during lockdown

13/06/2026

For Jessie.

But She Remembers
A tiny, fragile girl,
and a brother, only a little older.
Days of neglect,
of hunger that gnawed louder than words,
of wounds no child should carry.
He died far too young,
leaving her alone
in a world that already felt like hell.
She misses him.
She wonders, sometimes,
what shape her life might have taken
if he had stayed.
Would the darkness have been lighter?
Would the years have hurt less?
She misses him.
He would be forty today.
So many seasons have passed,
yet grief keeps its own calendar.
The pain remains,
quiet some days,
sharp on others.
Their mother is long gone,
but memories linger—
the emotional scars,
the physical marks,
the echoes of a childhood
that never truly ended.
Still, she survives.
She is learning to play now,
though adulthood has already arrived.
Learning that joy is not only for children,
that healing can begin
long after the hurting starts.
She changed her name,
searched for herself
through confusion and questions,
trying to discover
who she was beneath the survival.
And though much has been lost,
though time has carried away
people, places, and possibilities,
she remembers.
She remembers a boy
who should have grown old beside her.
A brother whose absence
became part of her story.
She remembers.
And somewhere within the scars,
within the sorrow that never fully leaves,
his memory remains—
not as the pain that broke her,
but as the love
that stayed.

08/04/2026

A client recently wrote the following to educate their co-workers on their disability. Epilepsy! Have you ever given it a thought? If you are like me I hadn't really until I met someone living with it. Its not just epilepsy, its any disability or difference.

Epilepsy. My point of view.

Every day 3 people in the uk will die due to epilepsy. 340 to 350 people world wide die due to epilepsy daily, 125,000 people with epilepsy die annualy worldwide. half of these deaths are due to SUDEP, this is a sudden, unexpected, death due to complex, uncontrolled, frequent and or long siezures. Around 1 in 100 people will live with epilepsy, 30% of thoes people will live with uncontrolled epilepsy, the most dangerous kind.

When a siezure happens, the brain missfires, meaning the sufferer can not controll there own breathing, effectively your natural breath intake is temprorarily gone, causing convulsions in the case of tonic-clonic siezires, during the convulsions, eyes might flicker, the face contortes, a scream or cry might be heard at the beginning, but this isn't your typicall scream or cry, it is not an emotive sound, altho its often mistaken for such a noise, it is actually the air in the person's lungs being forced out of there mouth and nose because the respritory system is compromised during a siezure causing momentary lapses in breathing, severely suppressed breathing and or rapid breathing and at times this results in cardiac arrest.

If the sufferer is lucky enough to outlive the siezure, the after effects can last for minits to hours to days. Injurys such as blows to the body, especially the head, bitten cheeks and tounges, carpet burns, are to name but a few, they wake confused, sometimes with no recollection of there own names, identity and that of thoes around them. They may act in a aggressive manner because they are simply confused and scared. Imagine waking up and not knowing who you are or where you are or who is trustworthy. It is petrifying. At times we will wake up and may have soiled and wet ourselves, we loose all ability to controll our bladder and bowls and saliva and are basicly back to being infants, and we must fully rely on thoes around us to keep us safe, as we are unable to. We might shout , cry uncontrollably, lash out, do self injurious behaviours and wander into roads and unsafe areas. After a siezure the body feels like its been hit by a truck, altho agitated and scared, exhaustion kicks in and the sufferer may go into a deep sleep, during this for people with complex epilepsy they need monitoring incase another occurs. Epilepsy can cause brain scarring and injurys and other disabilities due to the effects and stress on the brain, especially in cases of long siezures. This adds more challenges and the brain is damaged and cognitive and emotional changes can occur.

For me i have a number of medications to minimise my siezures, however ive never been stable on the medication and always have siezures regardless, however, without that medication my epilepsy would be debilitating and most probably result in death.

For myself, living with complex epilepsy means living with constant uncertainty. At times i can fear going outside in fear i will fall and have a siezure in the street or the road. My work can suffer due to my siezures and the recovery time, meaning my sick levels can be high. I used to look at my epilepsy as a curse, but instead I now look at it as my reason to grab life with both hands, it gives me a zesty for the life I have right now in this very moment because I can not predict one day to the next, it pushes me to work hard and find enjoyment, whilst I can. Epilepsy pushes me out of bed every day becasue I want to live every day to the fullest and I feel grateful every morning when I wake up. Life's too short to be cruel and unkind to others, we are all diffrent, but we are all just people trying to get by as best we can. I am not just an epileptic, and am a person living alongside epilepsy doing the best I can.²

01/04/2026

Little me.

She never ran through fields,

Or shouted "higher" on a swing

She didn't know the meaning of "fun"

Or that fun was even a possibility in this world

She was unaware that the world wasn't completely full of darkness

She was kept captive and never felt freedom

She had 4 damp mouldy walls, that was her home

Her home full or horrors

She didn't know a mom should have been fun, safe and determined to show her the world

She didn't know the feeling of calm

She was best friends with terror

She grew up in what on the outside was the shape of a house

Yet on the inside she was captive in a hideous humiliating prison

Full of torment and torture

She never grew up

She remained stuck in a cycle of fear and uncertainty

She is older now and in this midst of her life

Little her, now in a adult body

Is discovering what it is to be free

What it means to not be stuck inside her little counterparts prison

The world is big

She is curious now

She longs to be accepted and she has people who are finally accepting her now

She is a little feral at times

She has tantrums, the tantrums she was never allowed to have when she was small

She has some words now, words she was never allowed to speak

The people beside her are not cruel now,

They are kind

They walk beside her when she is fearful

They encourage her to be visible, even when sometimes she wants to hide away

The world around her is bewildering at times

But despite that she is curious and wants to learn

For I am but a child who never grew up until her late 30's

I can run in the fields

I can sit on a swing

I can do all the things

And grow my wings

For I am but a child discovering this big wide world

But I do so with hope, and a smile

For I am simply going to be a child for a while.

Anon

20/01/2026

Life is unpredictable and ever changing

Its fast like a gushing river

At times its like we're in a tumble dryer being spun around and all angles

Life can become disorientating

Days blend into one

And we barely know how we got from Monday to Friday in such an instant

The rush of daily life can be all consuming

We rush trying to fit everything In

House work, work, tidying, appointments

The list goes on and on...

So rarely we get to sit in complete stillness

Complete mental freedom

With no outside noise and chatter from others around us

But in therapy I have a constant

I have time to sit and simply be whatever i truly am in that very moment

Without judgement

I sit on that trusty couch

Hold the cushion to my chest and....

I decompress

I am safe

I am still

It's not just a room to me

It's a safe haven

It feels like a pod of protection encompassing me

At times protecting me from myself

At times from the world around me

It is a place I can be me without the pressures of others around me with wants and expectations

It may not be my home, but for that hour that I sit there and....

I feel like I am home

The person sat opposite me is kind, gentle and has no ulterior motive

It's a place where darkness can become bright again

It's a place where I can shed my old beliefs in a safe environment

There are tissues beside me, saying

"It's ok to take a moment to express your emotions here"

Even if I don't use them and try to avoid them

There is a comfort in thoes trusty tissues always being there "just incase"!

It's a room full of not just spoken trauma

But full of hope

Full of human connection

Therapy is digging deep and challenging myself

In an environment that allows me to be safe whilst doing it

Therapy is the pause in my week when I can really be me

Therapy is the place where all the busy outside noise is halted

Therapy is a gift

and above all therapy provides me the space to pause, reflect and work on myself

Therapy truly is a gift

But above all....

Therapy is a place full of hope.

Anon

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