Throwback to a piece of unpublished writing I did in November 2014. P.S. It's super dark and it makes me sad that I used to be this human. So, trigger warning I guess? I’m writing this because I want to prove to myself that what is happening to me right now matters. I want to … Continue reading TBT: “Day 1”
Enough I will shake with sobs on the couch in the office, cover my face and wish it were over. I will build a pyramid of used tissues in my lap as my tears stream; slowly working through the questions, and, even harder, the answers. I will leave thinking I am through—too … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Enough
Happy December first! This was me on Thanksgiving morning: I have three family parties in the next three days. Shoot me. Stuff me. Mount me. However, they all went better than I expected. I think the trick is to set your expectations very low and be pleasantly surprised. Right now in life I feel really vulnerable. Being … Continue reading Stories and a Shameless Plug
Oh my yes. Poignant, insightful, sensitive, inspirational; Sam, this piece is awesome and I hope you never stop writing.
Therapy didn’t result in a singular epiphany that changed everything for me. There wasn’t a light bulb moment when I realized that everything stemmed from some childhood event, or that my “issues” began when a bully threw my Popsicle into the sand box. When I began therapy at the age of 17, though, that’s what I imagined it would be.
During my years of therapy, it was subtle realizations through guided dialogue — not one big AHA! moment — that challenged a lot of my unhealthy thoughts and behaviors, and ultimately, changed my life.
What I thought would be a couple months of counseling turned out to be five years — five years that taught me so much, lessons I’ll never forget.
Therapy was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. And although the impact is still being realized every single day, I’ve compiled a…
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When I started this blog, most of what I wrote about depression was just memory. I didn't expect to blog while depressed, while suicidal. But it happened so I guess we carry on. Maybe this is more authentic anyway--you get to see my mood changing from day to day. Last week at group therapy I told them I had seriously … Continue reading Getting Serious Adult Help
Group Therapy Everyone laughs; it’s then I feel that, though broken, we might be okay. So Young Your face is red. Transparent tracks of tears wash your cheeks. A tissue rubs at your nose. A dozen eyes focus in. Not even a breath disturbs the silence of your sobs. So young, little child, so young … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Group Therapy and So Young
This post, I think, deals with an issue that might raise hairs on some humans' heads. So just in case you don't want to read this, I argue that some sins can be acceptable or at least justified in certain situations. One of my best friends struggles with perfectionism issues. This person is actually one of the kindest, most … Continue reading When Swearing Became Therapy