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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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Last week I posted about how mental health stigma can present itself as an obstacle to one’s self-care. To check that post out, click here: https://atomic-temporary-130610338.wpcomstaging.com/2019/01/29/stigma-and-self-care-pt-1/ Picking up where I left off though, we cannot deny the prevalence of stigma in today’s society. However, it is obvious to see the progress our society has made
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One of my favorite activities as a group facilitator involved the topic of stigma, or the “societal labels.” I stood in front of the six-foot whiteboard holding my dry erase marker. I asked my clients one simple question, “What words or names have people called you to describe your mental illness?” The conversation following this
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***Warning: Some NSFW language*** I had dinner plans with a girlfriend (a friend who is a girl) that I set up a few days prior. My actual girlfriend was sick with bronchitis for nearly a week. Immediately as she exited the doctor’s office, I texted her asking when I could see her next. I was
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Last week I experienced every mental health professional’s worst nightmare. A young man I worked with took his own life. If you want to get caught up to speed about what happened, feel free to check out last week’s post: https://atomic-temporary-130610338.wpcomstaging.com/2019/01/08/suicide-is-a-btch/ Although writing about it helped initially the next day, it did not prepare for
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I was not feeling all that great and opted to take a Sunday afternoon nap. On my lazy Sunday, a chirping sound woke me. It was my work cell. My ringtone was a cricket noise to set it apart from other everyday ringtones. I distinctly sprung up to see the name of another counselor that
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I don’t know about you, but 2018 felt like the longest year on record. What I can definitely say is that New Year’s always provides a time for reflection. We can look back at the changes that have occurred in our lives over the last 365 days. I went into 2018 with a fine tuned
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Sitting here trying to write this post drove me insane. I deleted and rewrote the introduction at least five times over the course of an hour. I sat here staring at an empty screen. I shook my head in dismay. I just could not find the words to describe what was going through my mind.
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This time of year has never been fun for yours truly. In October 2009, I lost my childhood home to a fire. In November 2015, I experienced my first- and hopefully last- psychiatric hospitalization after finding out my ex-girlfriend was cheating on me with my best friend. Traditionally, the holidays between Thanksgiving and New Year’s
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The last two weeks pushed my well-being, self-care, and sanity to the limits. I started a new full-time management position, while holding onto my old job part-time. This put me into quite the conundrum. My old job was conducting in-home counseling services for trouble youth. Typically, I worked with these youth short-term (8-12 weeks) to
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