Perhaps no one has ever been sufficiently truthful about what 'truthfulness' is. Friedrich Nietzsche I am a big fat liar. As if proof were needed, there are at least two lies in the previous sentence. Like all of us, I have been lying to myself for a long time; probably since I started using language … Continue reading “I seek the truth,” spoke the liar.
Author: Glenn Nicholls
My writing is based on conversations I've had with myself and other people over the last twenty years or so whilst practicing as, and becoming a Nietzschean Psychotherapist.
The double betrayal at the heart of becoming a psychotherapist
This blog is about the implicit betrayal of traditional psychotherapy training, and how it lays the ground for a further necessary and explicit betrayal on the part of the nascent psychotherapist. The traditional route to becoming a psychotherapist involves several years - usually five - spent in training, hundreds of supervised practice hours, years of … Continue reading The double betrayal at the heart of becoming a psychotherapist
The value of being eaten and other ‘dark arts’
I recall, during my initial psychotherapy training at the Whittington Hospital in North London, the day I had to choose a supervisor. My tutor read out the names of several candidates, many of whom sounded exotic to me. He gave us little detail unless a group member enquired further. One person, in particular, stood out. … Continue reading The value of being eaten and other ‘dark arts’
Death is like…
Everything we know about death comes from life, since it is only the living that speak about death. If we allow ourselves to see the value of what we project onto death, we might learn something we already know about life. If we affirm life as it is, we would stop projecting onto death altogether; … Continue reading Death is like…
How to spend a penny
We can destroy only as creators!Friedrich Nietzsche On a morning train from Cambridge to London a woman looks up from her paperback offering me a smile as I sit opposite her. I take out my laptop to begin writing a piece about art in the consulting room. An elderly couple join us. Before sitting down … Continue reading How to spend a penny
“Humanistic? No, I’m more animalistic…”
If each of our lives is an unprompted answer to the question, What is the point of my life? Then the crow is such a perfect answer to its own question - that it freely forgets the question. The best answer comes when you not only forget the question, but also the answer. Humans often … Continue reading “Humanistic? No, I’m more animalistic…”
Clients can become my best friends.
Introduction If you find the title disturbing then perhaps we are already friends. Friendship is after all a relationship made to disturb. If the title excites, we are perhaps friends who are yet to meet. And if it puts you off, we may have once been friends, but are unlikely to be so again. If … Continue reading Clients can become my best friends.
“I am afraid we are not rid of God because we still have faith in grammar…”
Psychotherapy is a conversation between two people who are both willing to become inarticulate. This can happen when trying to say something not yet thought, when experiencing ourselves in a new way, or as a new paradigm emerges. It can also be due to the limitations of language and grammar, or our grasp of them. … Continue reading “I am afraid we are not rid of God because we still have faith in grammar…”
The creation of my life as death.
I had the uncanny sense of having met my mother for the first time on the morning after her death. I noticed how I didn’t knock before entering her bedroom; there was now no need. The curtains were open as though she were greeting this morning like any other. As I sat down between her … Continue reading The creation of my life as death.
The day my therapy went up in smoke.
I was not there when my therapy went up in smoke. Like most transformations, although it appeared as a moment, it was the manifestation of a much longer process. And whilst I did not witness first hand the incendiary moment, my therapist was able to tell me about it. I cannot remember what we were … Continue reading The day my therapy went up in smoke.
‘What am I paying you for?’
I have often wondered what you pay for when you pay me for psychotherapy. Perhaps: You pay me in the hope I cannot be bought. You pay me since not paying me would seem even odder. You pay me so you do not owe me, even if you think you do. You pay me to … Continue reading ‘What am I paying you for?’
Inner Voices
A very short story about a man, a stranger and a herd of goats on a hill-side discussing internal voices, exorcism, angels, demons, multiplicity, integration, healing, listening, the self, the Bible, walking and amongst other things, animal husbandry.
Nietzschean Psychotherapist 