Difficult people

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When you say people with severe mental health problems are difficult to connect with, you can be sure they're thinking the same about you. The difference is that in you work in mental health services it's your job to make it easier for them, not the other way round.
These blogs are explorations of adult emotional development and how understanding it can help us to live. I am a retired psychiatrist, mother and zen-based mindfulness teacher. In this blog I try to look the reality of life and death squarely in the eye. I am aware this is not for everyone. If you are squeamish about the idea please consider this your trigger warning.

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