05/06/2026
A quiet part of my work happens after the counselling session is over.
It’s when I sit down to write my notes and reflect on the stories, struggles, fears, hopes and family dynamic I have witnessed throughout the day/week.
As I revisit those conversations, I find myself returning to the same certainty over and over again:
Everyone is trying their BEST.
Not perfectly. Not always skillfully. But genuinely trying.
Trying to be loved. Trying to feel safe. Trying to cope with loss, illness, uncertainty, relationships, grief, expectations and the ordinary challenges of being human.
The longer I do this work, the less interested I become in judging people’s behaviour and the more curious I become about their pain, their story and their heart.
When we understand deeply that every person is carrying an invisible burden, something shifts inside our heart.
We become softer. More compassionate.
More accepting.
I work in palliative care, serious illness and grief, so I witness sadness, vulnerability and heartbreak every day.
But what stays with me is not the suffering.
It is the LOVE.
The love between partners who have been together for decades.
The love of adult children caring for their parents.
The love hidden inside grief.
The love that remains when so many other things are stripped away.
Perhaps that is why this work continues to teach me how precious life is.
The more we understand that our time here is finite, the more we appreciate the ordinary moments, the people we love and the opportunity to simply be alive today.
And for that, I am deeply grateful. 🤍
