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Confessions of An Advice Freak

Maybe it’s because I’m British, but I love a good cup of tea. 

There’s been many a time when things have been tough: bad day at school, someone ran over the cat, Nan’s dead, etc. And every time, my mom would put the kettle on and make a nice cup of tea. You’d stand/sit and drink, and chat away with your mom, dad, sister, brother, cat (not the dead one), Nan (not the dead one either), and suddenly everything would seem better.

Tea is comfort. Tea is sympathy. Tea is someone caring, an invitation to talk about what’s bothering you, and be listened to. There’s some things in the world (like cake) which just happen to make everything feel better, and tea is one of them. You can down as many cups as you like without feeling guilty (unlike cake). And something about sitting and talking with somebody over a hot, steaming mug of tea has a strange way of making the heaviest of burdens just that little bit lighter.

I can’t promise to know the answers to all of your questions. I can’t promise to always say the right thing, or know the ins and outs of everything you have going on. But I can promise to sit and listen, to try my best to understand, and to offer you a stranger’s unbiased perspective. 

You don’t have to listen to my advice. You don’t even have to ask for it. You can burst in, rant away, and leave if you like. 

This blog is for the broken, looking to be fixed. The damaged, looking to be helped. The angry, looking to vent. The grieving, looking to grieve; the lost, looking to find themselves; and the confused, looking for who-knows-what. 

Nobody will ever be shouted down. Nobody will ever be ignored. Nobody will ever be turned away. My door is always open.

So come on in. 

Kettle’s just boiled.

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A friend who offers help without asking for explanations is a treasure beyond price.

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