Over the past twenty years I’ve been in therapy because it helps me manage a life-long mental illness. Lanka has been my therapist for three years.
When I first saw her I was struggling to understand the basic interactions involved in making friends. I was socially isolated, hadn’t worked for twenty years, and lacked self-esteem. The work I’ve done with Lanka has enabled me to the point where I’m now employed by the N.H.S as a peer trainer with Recovery College. I’ve experienced the thrill and terror of delivering my first course, surviving it and going on to do more courses. I’ve gradually re-built my self-confidence and reclaimed skills I’d learned so long ago, before mental illness struck.
Of all the many therapists I’ve seen, Lanka is the warmest and most empathic. Yet she is tough in the way she has challenged and encouraged me to see myself as something much more than a ‘patient’. She has helped me to know and appreciate the very best authentic version of myself and I like the person I have become.
Thank you so much for your help and support. I was lucky to find such a talented and good hearted person.
It took me a bit of time to get your certificate together – not sure if you can add this to your web site! You are the first therapist ever to achieve this Excellent rating, many could learn from you.
Male age 60
People were always saying that talking things out would help but I didn’t know until I had counselling that it wasn’t just saying things out loud, it was how I was listened to. She didn’t judge me, she didn’t get upset about what I was saying. After a while I could listen to myself not just what other people thought. Before [counselling] I would never have believed what a difference that would make.
Male age 34
I was lost, wandering through a maze – tall thick hedges all around me. Every way I turn I’m blocked. I can’t find my way out. It feels like the walls are all coming in on me. Dark.
Then the hedges got smaller, still thick but now I can see over the top, I can see there is a way out. Gradually the path out of the maze becomes clearer. The way out! It was always there but I could never see it. I’m coming out, there is the path. All the hedges are melting away – it’s so light. The path, I move along it, there’s gravel, sometimes I slip. There are potholes sometimes I don’t see them but mostly the path is well marked and I’m moving into the light.
Female age 62