A confident introvert who is currently figuring out ADHD
Like helping people out of anxiety and people-pleasing and into an empowered life
I love coffee, cake, swimming and naps
I'm at gailhooper.com and Facebook.
How To Keep Going Through A Crisis
At times of crisis, it doesn’t matter how well regulated your emotions are, what your spiritual practice is, how often you meditate, dissociate from your emotions or think positively. It’s going to feel like life has knocked you onto your arse and is giving you a good kicking. Rest assured, you will find a strength that you didn’t know you had but I’m not going to pretend that it’s going to be easy.
Dealing With Emotional Fallout When You Begin To Stop People-Pleasing
I was talking with a client recently. She had asserted a boundary with a friend as she didn’t want to talk about certain subjects and he did. When my client said that she didn’t want to discuss these subjects her friend became annoyed and started to put her down, calling her unreasonable and stupid. She stuck to her decision to not discuss the subjects and decided to reduce contact with this particular friend for the time being. It was the first time she had done this.
Things That Make My Heart Sing
Some things in life are just right. Like my children and friendships and family, our pets; notebooks and really nice pens; books, leaves, sea glass and interesting sticks; a library, a fireplace, window seats and lots of light; long curtains, the smell of spices and shelves with interesting things on them; boxes and tins; a warm kitchen, comfy sofa and many, many blankets.
It's Coming For You...
Have you ever had one of those nightmares where something hideous is coming to get you? It’s getting closer and closer, your heart is beating fast and fear is infusing every inch of your body. You know that you need to wake up, you have to wake up, you try to move, but you can’t, you’re completely paralysed, and it’s coming closer and you can't stop it. You can't wake up, you have to wake up.
The Comfort Of Grief
I once knew a man. He felt like home and I liked to be near him. He was sharp though, spiky. His defenses were strong, there was no way in. No way past the armor that protected him. He liked to be near me too, but he hurt and he threw that hurt out into the world, not caring where it landed or who it hit. I stopped liking being near him.