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16th January 2017 

Know Thyself

Therapy is an effective way of dealing with personal problems. It provides a safe environment in which to talk things over and explore your feelings in a non-judgmental setting, often impossible to find elsewhere.

Therapy works by helping you understand how your life experiences are affecting you in the present, influencing the way that you think, and the way that you relate to yourself and others.

It's not easy. We do not tell you what to do. We aim to give you choices. To explore options that you may not have considered.

Our approach is called psychodynamic, which simply means that we work together. Two psyches (minds) interacting dynamically. We are not limited by any one theory or technique. Instead we work with any and every technique that is relevant to the situation.

We are professionally qualified and experienced therapists offering help for a wide range of problems and issues. Our consulting room is conveniently situated 100 yards from Mansion House tube station.

Everything discussed with your therapist is confidential. If you are willing to be honest with yourself and prepared to work, you can change your life.

Reasons for coming to therapy:

  • Abuse
  • Addictions
  • Anxiety and Stress
  • Lack of confidence or self-esteem
  • Depression, emptiness
  • Difficulties with starting, sustaining or finishing relationships
  • Work-related problems
  • Coming to terms with losses such as bereavement, divorce or redundancy
  • Eating difficulties such as anorexia and bulimia
  • Family worries, conflicts and crises
  • Sexual dysfunction and sexual identity problems
  • Anger issues
  • Trauma
  • Phobias
  • Understanding yourself better
  • Alienation
  • Nightmares
  • Self harming
  • Suicidal thoughts

  • What next?

    To arrange an initial consultation call us on 020 7760 7541 or email us at All enquiries are treated in confidence.

    You will find further information on counselling, psychotherapy and our practice in the following pages which we hope you will find useful.

    Points to ponder before the first meeting

  • Why now? What brings you to therapy now and not 6 months ago?
  • What will successful therapy look like? Will you look different? Will you feel different? Will your life have changed, and if so, how?
  • A good therapist will be able to help you experience emotions you may not even know exist. Are you ready to begin what may turn out to be very difficult journey of self discovery?

  • Points to ponder after the first meeting

  • Is this a therapist you can come to trust given the time and opportunity?
  • Can you talk freely in the sessions?
  • Did you feel this person genuinely cares about you?
  • Remember, you hire a counsellor, and you can fire a counsellor. This is about working through your difficulties, and it is important you feel comfortable.

  • Location

    Mansion House Counselling Practice is located near Mansion House tube station on Queen Victoria Street in The City, providing Counselling and Psychotherapy in Central London within easy reach of Westminster (Buckingham Palace, Houses of Parliament and Westminster Abbey), Whitechapel (Royal London Hospital), Embankment (The South Bank Centre, The Royal National Theatre, The Hayward Gallery), Victoria, Sloane Square and Chelsea.

    About Us

    Mansion House Counselling Practice is part of a collective of experienced and qualified Counsellors and Psychotherapists in The City and Central London. We all share a common sacred respect for the human spirit in all it's forms.

    Useful Websites

  • Amnesty International - Protect the Human

  • British Humanist Association

  • Cruse Bereavement Care

  • FRANK - Drug Abuse

  • The Gender Trust - Gender Identity Support

  • MIND

  • NHS Direct

  • Rape Crisis

  • Refuge - Domestic Violence

  • Samaritans

  • Terrence Higgins Trust

  • Latest Article: Depression

    We often use the expression ‘I feel depressed’ when we’re feeling sad or miserable about life. Usually, these feelings pass in due course. But, if the feelings are interfering with your life and don't go away after a couple of weeks, or if they come back, over and over again, for a few days at a time, it could be a sign that you’re depressed in the medical sense of the term.

    In its mildest form, depression can mean just being in low spirits. It doesn’t stop you leading your normal life, but makes everything harder to do and seem less worthwhile. At its most severe, major depression (clinical depression) can be life-threatening, because it can make you feel suicidal or simply give up the will to live.

    The following are all symptoms of depression, and if you tick off five or more of any of them you are probably depressed.

    * I am low-spirited for much of the time, every day
    * I feel restless and agitated
    * I get tearful easily
    * I feel numb, empty and full of despair
    * I feel isolated and unable to relate to other people
    * I am unusually irritable or impatient
    * I find no pleasure in life or things I usually enjoy
    * I feel helpless
    * I have lost interest in sex
    * I am experiencing a sense of unreality
    * I am not doing activities I usually enjoy
    * I am avoiding social events I usually enjoy
    * I have cut myself off from others and can’t ask for help
    * I am self-harming
    * I find it difficult to speak
    * I am having difficulty remembering things
    * I find it hard to concentrate or make decisions
    * I blame myself a lot and feel guilty about things
    * I have no self-confidence or self-esteem
    * I am having a lot of negative thoughts
    * The future seems bleak
    * What’s the point?
    * I have been thinking about suicide
    * I have difficulty sleeping
    * I am sleeping much more than usual
    * I feel tired and have no energy
    * I have lost my appetite, and am losing weight
    * I am eating a lot more than usual and putting on weight
    * I have physical aches and pains with no obvious physical cause
    * I am moving very slowly
    * I am using more tobacco, alcohol or other drugs than usual

    Depression presents itself in many different ways. You may not realise what's going on, because sometimes your problems seem to be physical, rather than mental or emotional. There are also some other mental health problems often linked to depression.

    People who are depressed often have anxiety as well, the two problems often occur together and each can make the other worse. If you are feeling anxious, your mind may be full of busy, repetitive thoughts, which make it hard to concentrate, relax, or sleep. You may have physical symptoms, such as headaches, aching muscles, sweating and dizziness. Anxiety may cause physical exhaustion and general ill health.

    If you are severely depressed you may start to have experiences or thoughts that others around you do not share. For example, you may hear voices, see visions, believe that you are evil, or are influencing events in a way that is harmful to others. You may believe that you are a bad person and you deserve to feel as you do. These are false beliefs and may be part of the depression.

    You may feel that life is not worth living and start thinking about ways of killing yourself. Thoughts like these may seem difficult to control and be very frightening. If you feel that you may harm yourself you can call Samaritans on 08457 90 90 90 to talk to someone immediately.

    Depression is like Hell on Earth, it's dark, lonely and very selfish. The feeling of not wanting to live, but not wanting to die...

    Burnt Norton (No. 1 of 'Four Quartets') by T.S. Eliot

    Time present and time past
    Are both perhaps present in time future,
    And time future contained in time past.
    If all time is eternally present
    All time is unredeemable.
    What might have been is an abstraction
    Remaining a perpetual possibility
    Only in a world of speculation.
    What might have been and what has been
    Point to one end, which is always present.
    Footfalls echo in the memory
    Down the passage which we did not take
    Towards the door we never opened
    Into the rose-garden. My words echo
    Thus, in your mind.
    But to what purpose
    Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
    I do not know.
    Other echoes
    Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
    Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
    Round the corner. Through the first gate,
    Into our first world, shall we follow
    The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
    There they were, dignified, invisible,
    Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
    In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
    And the bird called, in response to
    The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
    And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
    Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
    There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
    So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
    Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
    To look down into the drained pool.
    Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
    And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
    And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
    The surface glittered out of heart of light,
    And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
    Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
    Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
    Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
    Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
    Cannot bear very much reality.
    Time past and time future
    What might have been and what has been
    Point to one end, which is always present.

    Garlic and sapphires in the mud
    Clot the bedded axle-tree.
    The trilling wire in the blood
    Sings below inveterate scars
    Appeasing long forgotten wars.
    The dance along the artery
    The circulation of the lymph
    Are figured in the drift of stars
    Ascend to summer in the tree
    We move above the moving tree
    In light upon the figured leaf
    And hear upon the sodden floor
    Below, the boarhound and the boar
    Pursue their pattern as before
    But reconciled among the stars.

    At the still point of the turning world.
    Neither flesh nor fleshless;
    Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
    But neither arrest nor movement.
    And do not call it fixity,
    Where past and future are gathered.
    Neither movement from nor towards,
    Neither ascent nor decline.
    Except for the point, the still point,
    There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
    I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
    And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
    The inner freedom from the practical desire,
    The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
    And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
    By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving,
    Erhebung without motion, concentration
    Without elimination, both a new world
    And the old made explicit, understood
    In the completion of its partial ecstasy,
    The resolution of its partial horror.
    Yet the enchainment of past and future
    Woven in the weakness of the changing body,
    Protects mankind from heaven and damnation
    Which flesh cannot endure.
    Time past and time future
    Allow but a little consciousness.
    To be conscious is not to be in time
    But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden,
    The moment in the arbour where the rain beat,
    The moment in the draughty church at smokefall
    Be remembered; involved with past and future.
    Only through time time is conquered.

    Here is a place of disaffection
    Time before and time after
    In a dim light: neither daylight
    Investing form with lucid stillness
    Turning shadow into transient beauty
    With slow rotation suggesting permanence
    Nor darkness to purify the soul
    Emptying the sensual with deprivation
    Cleansing affection from the temporal.
    Neither plenitude nor vacancy. Only a flicker
    Over the strained time-ridden faces
    Distracted from distraction by distraction
    Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
    Tumid apathy with no concentration
    Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
    That blows before and after time,
    Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs
    Time before and time after.
    Eructation of unhealthy souls
    Into the faded air, the torpid
    Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London,
    Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney,
    Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate.
    Not here
    Not here the darkness, in this twittering world.
    Descend lower, descend only
    Into the world of perpetual solitude,
    World not world, but that which is not world,
    Internal darkness, deprivation
    And destitution of all property,
    Desiccation of the world of sense,
    Evacuation of the world of fancy,
    Inoperancy of the world of spirit;
    This is the one way, and the other
    Is the same, not in movement
    But abstention from movement; while the world moves
    In appetency, on its metalled ways
    Of time past and time future.

    Time and the bell have buried the day,
    The black cloud carries the sun away.
    Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis
    Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray
    Clutch and cling?
    Fingers of yew be curled
    Down on us? After the kingfisher's wing
    Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still
    At the still point of the turning world.

    Words move, music moves
    Only in time; but that which is only living
    Can only die.
    Words, after speech, reach
    Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
    Can words or music reach
    The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
    Moves perpetually in its stillness.
    Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,
    Not that only, but the co-existence,
    Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
    And the end and the beginning were always there
    Before the beginning and after the end.
    And all is always now. Words strain,
    Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
    Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
    Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
    Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
    Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
    Always assail them. The Word in the desert
    Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
    The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
    The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.
    The detail of the pattern is movement,
    As in the figure of the ten stairs.
    Desire itself is movement
    Not in itself desirable;
    Love is itself unmoving,
    Only the cause and end of movement,
    Timeless, and undesiring
    Except in the aspect of time
    Caught in the form of limitation
    Between un-being and being.
    Sudden in a shaft of sunlight
    Even while the dust moves
    There rises the hidden laughter
    Of children in the foliage
    Quick now, here, now, always—
    Ridiculous the waste sad time
    Stretching before and after.

    Counsellor Mansion House
    Psychotherapy Westminster