Another excellent report from IMROC thank you Simon Bradstreet Being a different type of learner I have created this for others like me....... Thank you all for what you do. @Stacey Bannister please thank IMROC I started my research back in 2011 - " The Theory and Practice of Recovery Coaching " almost there....... :)

Greetings from sunny Spain ☀️ don’t forget to look after yourself. You can’t pour from an empty cup 🙂

Great session today talking about lived experience and recovery and what it means to us all as individuals. Just curious what does being in recovery mean to you?

LET'S hear it !!! Oh BTW we are opening in Harley St. Just saying 😉

TODAY’S FILE Or: How I Quit My Job, Learned Things, and Accidentally Started Suspecting I Might Actually Know What I’m Doing I quit my job today. No dramatic exit. No storming out. No slow-motion walk carrying a mug, a plant and unresolved rage. Just a very ordinary moment where something internally went: Right. That’s enough now. Not because this appeared out of nowhere. Because this has been building for months, and eventually there comes a point where you realise if you do not move now, you will still be having the exact same argument with yourself six months from now. For context: Life recently has looked like this: • work • children • systems • forms • deadlines • emails • repeated attempts to remember why I opened the laptop in the first place • approximately 247 tabs open internally • one definitely playing music I cannot find • several frozen • at least twelve demanding immediate attention for reasons still unknown So outwardly: normal adult functioning. Internally: still largely winging life and occasionally producing evidence of that without warning. Then somewhere in the middle of all that, I started writing properly. Not because I had a plan. Because certain things I had noticed and questioned for a while finally stopped sitting quietly and started needing somewhere to go. Which became writing. Which became a framework. Which then did something I had not fully factored in: A highly respected person whose thinking I genuinely admire is taking it seriously. Meeting with me. Giving it time. Treating my thinking like it deserves proper thought. Which is a shock in itself. Then, not long after, another respected voice — already quietly reading things I had written elsewhere — stepped in too. Which is roughly where my internal response became: I’m sorry, what? No, actually — Wait… what the fuck is going on here? Not that my brain accepted any of this gracefully. Obviously not. It immediately split itself in two: CHANNEL ONE: This might actually be something. CHANNEL TWO: