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Welcome to Wheelsheals, a transformative counselling service that was founded in 2014 by Ian Elliot Barrington. Our mission is to coach and inspire individuals based on personal and professional experiences.

At Wheelsheals, we offer a range of counselling options to fit the unique needs of our clients. Our experienced team provides one-on-one and group sessions that cater to individuals who have experienced trauma and unexpected life changes.

Our services are equipped to help individuals overcome a wide range of traumatic events, such as accidents, loss of loved ones, bad habits, depression, anxiety, infidelity, anger issues, and other life-related problems. At Wheelsheals, we create an empathetic and supportive environment that facilitates the healing process.

We specialize in offering projects and strategies that empower clients in their journey towards a happier and more fulfilling life. Our focus is on holistic approaches that encompass psychological, emotional, and behavioural techniques.

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WheelsHeals?  One day after an on-water training session at Cambridge Rowing Club, accompanied by my wife by my side while making our way through the park.


We came across many young adults apparently having themselves a good time drinking and smoking. Yep, they were buzzing all right because as we make our way through the young crowd, I can hear a few of them chanting "go wheels".


They were saying it in an encouraging happy manner. It made my wife, and I chuckle.  And every time I go to Cambridge through that park, my wife and I would never forget that playful nickname, wheels. That's how the name Wheels Heals was born.

In the year 2005, I was shot. The bullet struck my spinal cord, which left me paralysed from the waist down.

I thought my life was over. After all, I wasn't born this way.

Many family and friends abandoned me in my time of need, and I was left all alone to rebuild my life.

There were times I wanted to end my life, times I cried like a small child, but something kept me going forward, something kept me strong.

This "something" was because I was still breathing in the air and could still use my hands.

I was alive, and I wanted to stay that way...


One day while travelling to London, I came across two separate individuals that also use wheelchairs to get around.


One told me he doesn't even feel like leaving his house "what's the point "he asked; he went on about how depressed he was; he said he just wanted to stay hidden away.


While talking to this man, I could see in his eyes pure sadness that he was on edge.


I gave him my phone number if he ever needed someone to talk to.  

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