Each postcard is the product of a specific story which is written for a client or a colleague. The stories may be connected to different people with unique life events, but we all identify ourselves with parts of the story or the images. The postcards can be used independently. They have written quotes on both…

I dedicate this story to my dear colleagues from the Functional Analytic Psychotherapy community who reinforced  my authenticity and showed faith in me:   “Be careful of your outfit. What you are wearing is not appropriate for a psychologist”.   This remark made my polka dot skirt shrink. I was not dressed up in a…

Thursday the 21st of June 2018. Athens, 21.30 in the night. Listening to “Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zeppelin, while waiting on skype to be examined orally by Robert Kohlenberg. It is the last thing that needs to be done in order to be certified as a trainer in Functional Analytic Psychotherapy (FAP).   Filled…

I am not sure if I am a religious person. I know that I am a believer though. I believe in the power of transformation. The one which uplifts the spirit. I have faith in the things that become holy entities: the spicy perfume, the spontaneous smile, the traditional sweet of every country, the salty…

Two women. One common discussion. About the ruins. About the damaging effects of a war. About the losses. About the secondary trauma.   Two women. One common story. About two countries. About two life lines. About optimism and despair. About prosperity and decline.   Two women. One common desire. About living with passion. About flying…

I am more than my name. I am more than my origin. I am more than my age. I am more than my sex. I am more than my profession. I am more than my hobbies. I am more than my body. I am more than my experiences. I am more than my writings. I…

My own way? Who am I to find my own way?   And who are you not to? That bird whispered these words and opened the door of my cage.   I stood outside. It was the first time I saw how big my wings were.   Are you coming with me? That bird asked…

My feet on the soil. My eyes towards the sky.   My secrets, sensual seeds ready to grow. My desires, impatient buds to blossom. My dreams, flying above the garden.   Myself, on the ground, in the air.   The Earth and the Sky, a canvas for my life colors.

When I started walking the path of Psychology as a student I had several crushes. My first love was absolutely linked to Freud. I was infatuated by his theory, his writings and psychoanalysis in general. I was fantasising of being an analyst myself and stay connected with Freud for all my life. Some years afterwards…