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Yesterday I had some down time from the craziness we call life. I decided to head to one of my favorite local parks. I pull in. I pop open my trunk and grab my fishing rods and tackle box. The park has this beautiful pond right in the middle with a quarter-mile walking track around
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This week’s post is a continuation from last week’s “Defining Your Role.” Feel free to check that out here: https://atomic-temporary-130610338.wpcomstaging.com/2020/09/05/defining-your-role/ Since upping my therapy sessions to an intense weekly regimen, the hot topic of conversation turned to the relationship I have with my parents. During my previous session, the discussion left a cliffhanger. How do
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I apologize in advance for not posting over the last few weeks. Yours truly took a little bit of a hiatus from blogging and for good reason. Allow me to explain. I felt like I was in a good enough place to finally confront my demons. A plethora of factors played into this. For me,
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For the last three or four days, I dreaded writing this post, but I promised myself I would do it. Instead of writing some fluffy intro or fun anecdote, I am following the advice of my eighth grade English teacher, “Just get straight to it.” Chronic trauma defined the majority of my childhood, teenage years,
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I LOVE Christmas. Growing up, my family went all out. My mom decked out the house in small animated figurines, nutcrackers, and stockings galore. The tree stood tall in the corner draped in tinsel, crystal ornaments, and flickering lights. Our front yard lit up the neighborhood. Honestly, I was surprised our neighbors never filed a
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I work in a profession where literally the first question we ask is along the lines of “Tell me your problems…” It is seldom that blunt. Typically, it is more of a “What brings you here?” or “What would you like to work on?” No wonder nobody wants to see us counselors. Right from the
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We often forget to slow down in today’s rushed society. We run around, get done what we have to, and crash in our beds at the end of the day. This is one hell of an existence. This is why I make sure to stop myself. I literally will stop myself and take a moment
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A faint buzzing sound rings in your ear. Your exposed eye that is not covered by a pillow squints open. You look at the source of the sound. Your hand searches for the snooze button on the nuisance. You rustle around and give your alarm the cold shoulder like an abusive ex. The next nine
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Nobody in their right mind enjoys feeling nervous. It is an icky emotion. The word “anxiety” evokes feelings of, well, anxiety. Of all emotions, anxiety and worry are among the most closely tied to our physiological responses. When anxiety happens, panic ensues. Our heart races. We hyperventilate. Our chest grows tight. Palms become clammy. Perspiration
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Not many things make me happier than helping someone – especially a close friend or family member. Helping out brings me a sense of purpose. There is a breaking point however where it goes from meaningful to flat out annoying. I do not mind listening to someone a few times and offering suggestions or resources.
The Caring Counselor 