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“I had to survive”, are the first four words I hear as I sit and wait for Dr Avery. It is my first time visiting Bellamy Clarke’s Therapy Clinic in Harley Street, London.
I later learn that those words belonged to Cynthia, who had originally said them as she sliced her husband’s throat. She spoke those exact words every time we sat in reception waiting to commence our appointments. I sometimes wondered if she was pleading her innocence to me.
After serving six years in prison for manslaughter, reduced from ten, Cynthia still relieve her stories of abuse at the hands of her now deceased husband. A part of me really hopes that counselling helps Cynthia and that it helps me also. Releasing us both from our pasts. She as a killer (albeit unintentional) and me as a widow….