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I’m Teddy Lennox.
What qualifies me to write about trauma recovery, shadow work, addiction, and the general shitshow of being human? Simple: I’ve lived the deluxe edition.
Childhood trauma? Tick.
Addiction? Tick.
Rock-bottom moments worthy of a Netflix series? Hi. It’s me.
I’ve led a wildly unfiltered life, written my way through it, over-analysed it, and somehow managed to laugh at the chaos of it all. When someone reads my work and says, “oh shit, I thought it was just me,” - that’s the point.
I don’t write to look wise or impressive. I write to feel less alone, and if that happens to make you feel less alone too, that’s the honest payoff. However this is the most sincerity you'll get out of me, though.
Before writing took over, my CV looked like a guessing game between “deeply versatile” and “mildly unwell.” I’ve done it all: admin jobs, hospitality, healthcare, customer service, temp work, rehab (as a client, not staff).
Academically, I’m finishing an MSc in Psychology (after a BSc Hons, because apparently understanding why people are fucked up is my love language). I grew up in the South of England, obsessed with English Literature. I don’t have a house in the countryside or Avios points. I rent a room in central London, surrounded by half-finished paintings, overwatered plants, and coffee-stained journals.
That life became “Accidental Wisdom” an ongoing series of books, workbooks, and journals built around one idea: turning my lived experience into something useful for someone else. These are the tools I wish I’d had when I was at my lowest (its not mood boards let me tell you that much).
My debut “One Day At A Time: 90 Day Shadow Work Journal” is a 12 week, practical, no-BS workbook for people actually doing the inner work instead of just Instagramming about it.
Coming this Spring: “Inherited Damage”, my first memoir. Think Fleabag meets Freud (if you know either, you’ll understand why that’s dangerous). Raw memoir combined with psychological autopsy, telling the story of how we inherit our parents’ damage, and what happens when we finally decide to stop passing it on.
Writing isn’t therapy for me; it’s the thing that kept me alive when nothing else did. I don’t do wellness influencer nonsense; I offer clarity, education, sarcasm, and the occasional C-bomb.
My work will humble you, and if you’re here, that’s probably what you came for.
Stick around. Join the newsletter for release updates, free tasters, and zero emotional labour from me pretending to be inspirational.
All socials: @teddylennox.
Let’s be brutally honest together.
