Still Learning: Self in Progress
This blog combines therapeutic insight with lived experience. I write about mental health, identity, and the emotional texture of everyday life — especially through the lens of living abroad. Many posts include activities and reflection tools to help you engage actively with the ideas to form your own insights.
You'll find essays, exercises, and honest observations — some personal, some professional, all designed to prompt thought and self-awareness. This is a space for exploration, for asking questions, and for staying with complexity a little longer.
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If you're planning a visit to Robert Kos Therapy, let me introduce you to the neighbourhood where my practice is based. I'm located in the southern part of the 20th arrondissement, between Gambetta and Place de la Nation — a part of Paris that has a rhythm and personality all its own.
It's a small question, maybe even a cliché, but it holds a lot of power. In daily life, most of us brush past it. We say we're fine, we keep going. But what if you made a habit of actually checking in with yourself? What might you notice?
Owning the Work, Claiming the Space
Introduction: A Quiet Point of Pride
Paris is a city of many faces — and many frequencies. From the refined hush of La Philharmonie to the sweaty roar of a rock basement in Belleville, music scenes here are cultural microcosms. They tell you a lot about who feels comfortable where, who belongs, and who watches from the sidelines.
At a recent film festival, I watched À Nos Jardins, a short film by Samuel Dijoux exploring gay cruising in Paris' Jardin des Tuileries. Yes, the former royal gardens right in front of the Louvre. On that same hallowed ground where kings once walked and tourists now take selfies, men gather in the bushes there also. They are searching...
During a recent therapy session, a client confided that they were feeling deeply discouraged. They'd made significant progress over the past year, yet found themselves suddenly caught in a wave of old emotions they thought they'd left behind.
One Saturday not long ago, I found myself an hour and a half late for my friend's 50th birthday party. And while lateness isn't usually my style, this time I wasn't stressed about it. Why? Because I'd just spent the previous two hours eating… an artichoke.