I’m getting ready to do my weekly clean of our home, when I feel a familiar pang of anxiety come over me. Then another. And another. And another, until the pangs become an aching. A drowning. Continue reading being a Woman (this Woman) in the time of trump
So, kids. Being a parent. That whole thing.
I’ve been working with kids for a good portion of my life, been around them my whole life as an auntie to kids related and otherwise. Think they are great. In fact, you could bet good money that if there is a child in my general vicinity, I’m on the floor interacting with them (adjust my location if child is older and not necessarily on the floor; e.g., running around with a school aged mutt or deep in a conversation with a teenager about their social life) but when it comes to my sentiments about raising one of those things myself, you may want to hedge your bets (I looked that one up. I think I used it correctly).
Continue reading the uncertainty of being a parent.
“What is rumbling around in that silent, smug monster’s brain?” It can be hard to be in therapy. It can feel like you are having a one-way relationship at times, because you share so much and they share so little. You can ask them what they think and they will therapist the shit out of that question and redirect the question back to you. Muhahahahwahha (I just googled how to spell “evil laugh,” so that is an evil laugh…it’s always better when you have to explain the joke I heard). There are therapeutic reasons for this (e.g., a therapist will appear more objective and emotionally safe and available if you don’t know every single thing about them). Therapy’s appeal, effectiveness, and uniqueness likely have something to do with these unfamiliar and strange boundaries, but nevertheless it can be unsettling. I can’t speak for all therapists, but here are 7 common thoughts I have while in sessions with my clients.
Continue reading what in the world is my therapist thinking? 7 common thoughts from this therapist.
Welcome to my first post on my blog (seriously hate that word) my something to say. I’ve always loved writing. It’s been kind of obnoxious my whole life. Even in school I loved writing. I had a professor in undergrad tell me once, “You’re a great writer, but I don’t need to hear every single thought you have.” As I type that it sounds harsher than how I took it…or how I thought I took it.
Continue reading the fear of failing before you even start.