Psychotherapist and author exploring women’s emotional and spiritual journeys

Inviting readers to heal, belong, and reclaim their voices

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Denise McGaha, PhD

Denise McGaha, PhD is a psychotherapist and author whose work explores the emotional and spiritual landscapes of women’s lives. With four decades of clinical experience and a deep commitment to healing, she writes about resilience, belonging, and self-worth with compassion and insight.

Her voice is shaped not only by her professional journey but also by personal passions — from mentoring girls in Kenya to traveling widely and connecting with people across cultures. Denise’s unique perspective invites readers to reclaim their stories and rediscover the power of emotional truth.

She currently lives in Texas with her husband, two sons, and a lively household of rescued animals.

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If You Had to Do It All Over Again…

In the first chapter of my book, Between Friends: Sharing, Healing, Transforming, I ask the question: “If we all knew it would turn out this way, would we still do it all over again?”

Later in the book this same question is asked of each woman about the stories they have shared with each other. 

We’ve all asked this question at least once. I know I have. It sounds simple – a basic question about regret or choice. But this question creates a profound philosophical paradox. Is it really a question about choice or perhaps a question about selfhood and causality?

In a discussion with my oldest son, he expressed his disapproval of a decision I made many years ago. He stated that his judgment of my actions created a difficult position for him, however, because if I had made a different choice then he wouldn’t exist today. So even though he disapproved of my action, in some selfish way he also had to at least accept it because his existence depended on it. I found that discussion and his reasoning very enlightening. 

What’s the Answer: Yes or No?

My son was correct. If I said “No, I wouldn’t do it again” then he wouldn’t exist and I, the person I am right now – shaped by all my choices, my mistakes and past experiences – might never have come into being. Every decision – the beautiful ones and even the ones that led to sorrow or loss – becomes part of the chain that constructs our current consciousness – the person we are now. To reject a past experience is, in a sense, to reject the person who has emerged from it.

However, if I say “Yes, I’d do it all again” I’m now accepting the inevitability of suffering as a teacher. This is similar to Nietzsche’s idea of amor fati – “love of one’s fate,” which means loving everything that happens – not just accepting it, but embracing it joyfully as necessary and meaningful. Nietzsche wrote: “My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity.”

Now, I wouldn’t say that I love everything that has happened to me. I can’t even go as far as to say I that I like all my past choices and experiences. However, I can accept them as valuable lessons and be grateful for the wisdom they have provided me. 

I have chosen to create meaning out of my choices and experiences. Transforming suffering into understanding, chaos into coherence. 

Both answers to the question above suggest that healing is not found in rewriting the past but in understanding and integrating it. So, I don’t have to love every experience, but I can honor them and be grateful for the person they’ve helped me become.

Therefore, maybe the real question isn’t “would we do it all over again,” but “having done it, can we love the person we became?”

Moment of Reflection

Take a moment today to think of one event — a choice, a loss, a turning point. And ask yourself: 

“What part of myself was born during that event or decision? What wisdom, what gentleness, what courage grew from it?”

And then ask yourself, quietly, without judgment:

“If I had to do it all over again – not to change it, but to understand it – what would I see differently now?”

Share Your Reflection

If you want, please share your reflection or thoughts with us here so we can grow and understand together. Your words of wisdom might guide someone else in their meaning making of a choice or experience. Or in their future moment of decision making.

In Love and Light,

Denise

Confessions of a Cat Lady: My Nine Lives (And Nine Cats) Part 1

I used to think I was rescuing cats. Now I’m starting to think they rescued me – and possibly my sanity. Though with nine cats running around the house, “sanity” might be a generous word.

It all started at a Petsmart many years ago. While coming home from shopping, my youngest son needed to use the restroom so we thought for some unknown reason that a pet store would be the best option. While in the store, he wanted to look at the kittens they had for adoption through Petsmart Charities. 

And Then There Were Two

Like most children, my son wanted a kitten, but my husband spotted two adult cats whose owner had recently died of pancreatic cancer. The man’s last wish was for his cats not to be separated and to be kept indoors. As an animal lover I understood and who could say no to a dying man’s last wish, so the next day we adopted two adult cats: Spiffy and Sunny Cat. 

Spiffy was white with black spots, kind of like a Friesian cow, while Sunny Cat had long black hair. They were great together. Spiffy, the oldest of the two, was outgoing and cuddly, while Sunny Cat tended to be quiet and shy. He seemed to live in the shadow of Spiffy. 

And Another One

Several years later a young grey and white male cat showed up at our house, so we started feeding him. And of course, he decided our house might be a smart place to hang out since we provided food and shelter (in the garage). He was neutered and friendly so we thought he must belong to someone in the neighborhood, but no one claimed him. 

One day for some unknown reason the cat bit my husband’s hand, yep the one that fed him. Cat bites are notorious for causing infections, because bacteria in their mouth can be injected deep into the tissue with their needle-like teeth. 

And that’s exactly what happened. My husband’s hand got infected, and he was concerned – momentarily – about having rabies. So as a joke I initially called the cat “Rabies.” 

I can hear your screams now, “Who would name their cat after such a horrible virus!” Apparently, me the crazy cat lady. Sorry to everyone. Of course, that wasn’t his official name at the vet and now we call him Ray-Ray. 

After about a year living outdoors, Ray-Ray’s living arrangement changed due to a neighbor threatening to shoot him. I know, there’s always that crazy neighbor in every neighborhood. Anyway, instead of risking it, we brought Ray-Ray into our house and provided him with an adjoining catio so he could still enjoy the outdoors whenever he desired.  

Enter Cat Four

In the meantime, Spiffy sadly passed away due to a heart condition, and we took in another stray cat that we named Squeaky. Squeaky was an older beautiful American bobtail. She was microchipped but no one answered our emails or calls, so she became part of our family. Squeaky was very loving but tended to be a loner. Sadly, she only lived with us for a few years and then passed away from lung cancer. 

Updated Total = Two

So up to this point in the story, we had taken in four cats: two had passed away and one was threatened with bodily harm. The story will continue in my next blog because two cats is a long way from nine! 

I will let you know that at present Sunny Cat (age 19) and Ray-Ray (age 14) are still doing great and enjoying life to the fullest. I hope that Sunny Cat’s original owner is smiling down from heaven, knowing his babies have been well loved and taken care of as he wished.

For all you cat lovers, let me know how many cats you have and any fun stories. Also don’t forget to donate to an animal rescue charity to show your love for our furry four-legged friends.

In Love and Light,

Denise

When Life Rewrites the Story: Finding Meaning in Change

In my upcoming book, Between Friends: Sharing, Healing, Transforming, a group of friends share their stories about an event that changed their life in a meaningful way. These events contain both positive and negative aspects that the women must navigate individually and as a group.

Their stories demonstrate that events whether joyful or painful shape how we see ourselves and the world around us. These events leave an emotional “imprint” that our brains and bodies remember. The event can be held as an image in our mind, a sound or perhaps a song, a smell, a taste or a touch.

For example, a nurturing experience can build a sense of safety and trust, while betrayal or loss can seed self-doubt or guardedness. Over time, these emotional imprints influence what we expect from others and how much hope or fear we carry into new situations.

The Stories We Tell Ourselves

What’s important is the meaning one attributes to these experiences. How will you weave your experiences—especially painful or confusing ones—into the larger story of who you are and how the world works?

Will you interpret the events in a destructive manner through fear, shame or hopelessness? Will you decide you’re a failure, not good enough, unlovable, or that the world is cruel and unfair? If you do, you will only increase the chance of narrowing your life story and reinforcing pain and suffering in your life.

Or will you reinterpret the same events through curiosity, compassion, or growth? Will you realize that humans make mistakes, that struggles reveal your inner strength, or that loss can reveal what truly matters in life? Sometimes these reinterpretations take time to achieve, but they help us to integrate the events into our life story rather than being defined by them.

Moment of Reflection

Do yourself a favor today and take a quiet moment to reflect on an event — large or small — that changed you.

Ask yourself:

  • What did this experience teach me about life or love?
  • What story did I tell myself at the time of the event, and what story do I tell myself now?
  • Has the meaning evolved as I’ve healed?

You might write, pray, walk, or simply breathe your way into the answer. Sometimes meaning isn’t found in words, but in the peace that follows understanding.

Closing Thought

The events that shape us are not always the ones we choose. But when we reflect, they become our greatest teachers.

Life keeps rewriting our stories — not through what happens, but through the meaning we attribute to what happens.

Meaning is the bridge between pain and purpose, between memory and becoming.


So please think about what story you are writing today. And if you want, share it with us here so we can grow together.

In Love and Light,

Denise

Humanitarian Work

Denise’s commitment to healing extends beyond practice and writing. She supports humanitarian work in Kenya, aiding education, health, and community initiatives. This reflects her belief that healing is linked to collective well-being and guides her life.

Animal Advocacy

Denise supports the Citizens for Animal Protection (CAPS) Feral Cat Program, which manages community cats through trap-neuter-return, medical care, adoption, and education. This reflects her compassion for animals and belief that care extends to all beings.

Animal Advocacy

Denise supports Special Pals, a no-kill shelter in Houston that provides medical care, adoption, fostering, and community education. A close friend fosters through their program. This reflects Denise’s belief that compassion extends to all living beings.