I'm a BACP Accredited Counsellor, holding a Diploma in CBT and Groupwork (SQA Level 10, Honours Degree level) from the Centre of Therapy.
I didn't come to therapy the usual route.
For years I worked in global finance, leading sales and retention teams. Monthly targets, quarterly reviews, league tables on the wall. Hit the number, the goal and you got about a day to enjoy it before the next one landed.
I was good at it and I liked being good at it.
There is a particular buzz that comes from walking into a pressured situation and knowing you'll handle it. I ran on that for a long time.
Managing people in that world taught me a lot about how we cope when the heat is on.
Some dig. Some go quiet. And some carry on looking completely sorted while things fall apart underneath. I recognised that last group more than I let on.
Because I was the steady one. The person people came to when something went wrong. I planned for every outcome, kept everything in my head and never really stopped. Rest felt lazy, guilty and like I was falling behind. Asking for help? Being a burden? That wasn't something I did or allowed.
My body knew way before I did. I was exhausted in a way sleep didn't touch, wired and flat at the same time, running on habit more than anything else. I told myselfÂ
“I’m fine.”
“I will figure it out.”
 When I burned out, it wasn't a long weekend and back to normal. It was months. That experience is why I work the way I do now, I know how much this way of surviving steals everything from you and it won't stop or change until you do.
It took time and a lot of honest work, to see the things that made me so good at my job, were the same things eroding me.Â
Being dependable. Staying in control. Never dropping the ball. Always pushing through.
None of these are problems on their own. But only having them to lean on day by day came at a too high cost.
That's what I bring to my work now. When a high achiever sits across from me and says they should be able to handle this, I know exactly what that sentence is holding up.
I know what it is like to have a full diary, a sharp mind and nothing left in the tank. I know what its like to feel like you can't breathe but still show up.
I don't need the pressure explained to me.Â
I've been in it.
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