Teena Quinn
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Counsellor, writer, MS & Graves warrior. I write about healing, grief and hope. Lover of animals, my son and grandson, and grateful to my best friend for surviving my antics and holding me up, when I trip, which is often
Stories (12)
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The Last Chair
Every evening, after the house goes quiet, I return the chairs to their places. It doesn’t matter how late the session ends, or whether the power’s been out, or whether my body has already started bargaining with sleep. The chairs must go back. Two of them, mostly. Sometimes three. Occasionally more, depending on the day and the stories it brought with it.
By Teena Quinn 18 days ago in Fiction
The Room That Didn't Flinch
The Room That Didn’t Flinch The room never flinched. That mattered more than people realised. It was always the same temperature, the same light, the same chair legs scraping the floor in exactly the same irritating way. The clock didn’t tick. I’d bought it on purpose after one client told me ticking made their thoughts speed up until they couldn’t catch any of them. People think therapists like silence. We don’t. We like predictability.
By Teena Quinn 20 days ago in Writers
My Mum’s Passing . Content Warning.
So… today is a new day. Yesterday after lunch, my mother went to her final resting place. Twelve months earlier, at the same time, same day and date (just one year apart), my best friend took his last breath. He had people around him celebrating his life, laughing and talking to him as he closed his big eyes while we comforted him and showered him with love.
By Teena Quinn 23 days ago in Families
