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Caroline Lackner
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Join date: Dec 5, 2025
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I’m Caroline, an MSc graduate in Psychology and Neuroscience from King’s College London, now aiming to become a clinical psychologist. I’m fascinated by how emotions, thoughts, and psychological processes are rooted in the brain and intertwined with the whole body. When I’m not analysing the world around me (or quietly navigating the classic quarter-life crisis) I love writing, reading, taking photos, petting every dog I meet, travelling, and chatting with friends over far too many cups of coffee.
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Caroline
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Lackner
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Aug 12, 2026 ∙ 5 min
The Curse of Being a Lover Girl: The Fantasy of Being Chosen
Before many women even know who they are, they already know what it feels like to long for love. Girls grow up consuming love stories long before they ever experience love itself. Five-year-old me already dreamed about my future wedding and the white princess dress I would wear. Many of us spent our early teens creating Pinterest wedding boards, singing along to Taylor Swift heartbreak anthems, watching Snow White and Aurora being kissed awake by their true love, and imagining our own Mr Darcy.
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Mar 4, 2026 ∙ 5 min
The Mind-Body-Science of Canine Co-regulation
When I was a child, I used to get ill quite often. On those days, while my friends were at school, I stayed at my grandparents’ house, wrapped in blankets, watching TV, feeling miserable in that specific way only children with a fever can. But I was never alone: My grandparents’ dog, Flora, would quietly sit beside me, her head resting on my lap as if she understood exactly what I needed. Somehow, I always felt better.
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Dec 12, 2025 ∙ 5 min
Nostalgia: Aching for the Ordinary
How nostalgia makes us yearn for our own memories.
Time moves forward whether we follow it or not. Nostalgia, however, waits.It lingers in old songs, in familiar streets, in the scent of a season or a person we thought we had forgotten. And when it finally returns, it pulls us gently, and sometimes painfully, back into a moment we can no longer touch.
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