Refocus Your Survival Mode
Howdy, y’all! It’s been a few weeks. My New Year’s resolution to post at least once a week has obviously gone out the window. Sadly, this time was due to lack of time. The last […]
#selfcare
Self-Anger?
I genuinely look forward to my own weekly therapy sessions. It helps me to air out and organize my thoughts, while being given feedback from a therapist in respect and gel with. Typically, I leave […]
Battle of the Subconscious
Growing up, I was obsessed with cartoons. I watched Rugrats and Spongebob before jumping on the schoolbus. I got home from school around 3 o’clock every day, which was just in time to plop down […]
Going Back to “Normal”
I abhor the word “normal.” Nothing in this godforsaken world is “normal.” Of course, it is definitely more along the lines of a spectrum of what is socially acceptable. When you meet someone new, you […]
Settling In
My neck. My back. Ouch. My back. Cut! We are stopping there. My back hurts. I am definitely feeling my age more and more every day. I spent the better part of fourteen hours on […]
The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From The Tree, Pt. 2
Shortly after I wrote my last blog post about how my behaviors mimicked those of my father, I came across the above picture on my Facebook timeline. You know, this was always part of my […]
For Yourself
I work at my drug and alcohol job only three hours a week, but it somehow always manages to teach me worth a lifetime. It was a small group that day – three women and […]
Remember the Mantra
I sat there one-on-one with a client in what was supposed to be a group session. However, it was… I sat directly across from a brand new client on a comfy swivel couch. Working only […]
Clusterf*ck
The disappointment is real. I already messed up my New Year’s Resolution to write a blog post every week. I missed last week. When you fall off track, you hop back on and pick up […]
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
A few nights back, I had a dream. In this dream, I found myself meandering between the living room and kitchen of my childhood home. My dad soon walked into the kitchen and asked me […]