David Forrest: Gestaltuk

These last few weeks have been full with activities and have incluned times of reflection in which various poetic thoughts have structured themselves into my mind To Meet Again Another year has gone by The trees continue patiently Enveloping the hills and valleys In a myriad of autumn colours With fresh fragrances in air There lies an atmosphere of calm In which meeting once more Brings contentment and joy Flowers for mum Softly , wake When you wake A new day comes into ex

SUICIDE and Therapy Behind every suicide is an untold story of intolerable isolation. In front of every suicide is a sense of desolation, grief, and helplessness shrouded in shame.

Suicide: a more sensitive and relational approach and link to PAPYRUS posting about terminology.

Many ideas about suicide contain part truths and part understandings. Suicide smashes through any pretension we may have that life is easy

What is required is to be reachable and reliable. Through this the person may recognise and know you.

I'm not sure I titled this. Written in 2013, finishing sentiments with my client completing therapy. Death does not die ...

Poem: When. the backdrop to this poem was, originally, the Jack Vettriano painting Dance Me To The End Of Love.

Taking my hand is unconditional, for when you are ready I will not let go till you feel safe and secure I will not leave you until you go

I am presented with an array of difficulties from young people these days. I can feel helpless at times to restore or resolve the burden...