Teena Quinn

Joined February 2026

28 stories

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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

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The Ark's Unofficial Animal Supervisor
The Ark’s Unofficial Animal Supervisor Everyone knows the story of Noah’s Ark. Two of every animal. Forty days and forty nights of rain.
By Teena Quinn 25 days ago in Fiction
This is my Therapy
Warm chick on my palm Dog nose fogs the incubator Peck, my finger again
By Teena Quinn 25 days ago in Poets
Everything Is Fine in Room Three
There is a small brass plaque on my therapy door that reads: ROOM THREE – Please Knock (Even If You’re Already Inside). No one has ever queried the second part.
By Teena Quinn about a month ago in Fiction
The Waiting Room System
There is a system that fascinates me. It is not listed on any government website. It has no logo. No annual report.
By Teena Quinn about a month ago in Humans
Shame
They don’t come in saying “I am ashamed.” They come in saying “I’m tired.” “I don’t know why I’m like this.” “I should be better by now.”
By Teena Quinn about a month ago in Poets
Requirements for my Role
Arrive on time. Be present. Remain neutral. Listen carefully. Do not interrupt. Hold appropriate eye contact. Maintain professional boundaries.
By Teena Quinn 2 months ago in Poets
Things People Say to Therapists at Dinner
“So, what do you really think about me?” “I don’t need therapy, but...” (They do.) “Can I tell you something weird?” (It will not be weird.
By Teena Quinn 2 months ago in Poets
When You’re “Just a Therapist”
People say, “Can I just run something past you?” and before you answer, You’re knee-deep in their trauma with no shoes on.
By Teena Quinn 2 months ago in Poets
Rising Voice, Sunshine Reclaimed
She carried more than most could see, took extra work, wore bravery, counted dollars late at night and told the world that she was “alright.”
By Teena Quinn 2 months ago in Poets
A Therapist's Unseen World
“Six-Seven” The first question is always the same: “How have you been?” People rarely answer it. Instead they circle it,
By Teena Quinn 2 months ago in Poets
Holding the Frame
My office is a square of borrowed light, a camera angle, a chair, a voice saying, “Can you hear me?” and everything that follows.
By Teena Quinn 2 months ago in Poets
Instructions for Borrowing Calm
Begin with the body, because feelings arrive there first. Sit where your feet can remember the floor. Name five ordinary things that are not trying to hurt you:
By Teena Quinn 2 months ago in Poets

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The Ark's Unofficial Animal Supervisor

This is my Therapy

Everything Is Fine in Room Three

The Waiting Room System

Shame

Requirements for my Role

Things People Say to Therapists at Dinner

When You’re “Just a Therapist”

Rising Voice, Sunshine Reclaimed

A Therapist's Unseen World

Holding the Frame

Instructions for Borrowing Calm

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