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I’m a day late on this one but for good reason. I purposely avoided social media yesterday. Distancing myself from the white noise made the day easier. Especially when the day serves as a bittersweet reminder. As much of a Hallmark holiday as it might be, holidays like Father’s Day carry meaning. It’s a day
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Fibromyalgia is a bitch. Being a male diagnosed with fibromyalgia is an even bigger bitch. I do not wish this illness upon my worst enemy, as it has consumed a significant part of the last six years. For those of you who are not familiar with this asshole of an illness, fibromyalgia is characterized as
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I recently appeared on a podcast to discuss attachment styles with best-selling author Marissa Faye Cohen. Check out the series below! https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-aj6bc-11c7c61 https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-xt4mz-11d2754 https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-qwbyd-11ef10d https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-qwbyd-11ef10d
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Fridays are for fun! My idea of fun this last Friday was driving an hour to meet with my accountant and do my taxes at 8:30 in the morning. Friday? More like Fri-yay! Am I right? Since I decided to avoid the tolls, my GPS took me on the scenic route. It added maybe five
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I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. I actively took steps to alleviate stress, engage in self-care, and utilize my support system. However, it might have been too little too late. To no one’s surprise (including my own), I am burnt the fuck out. Between a promotion, a second part-time job, and a new
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People do not like change whether it is good or bad. We like to have control. We like knowing potential outcomes and feeling like we have some influence over it. However, reality demonstrates time and time again that we possess little control over anything. Recently, my agency promoted me. I went from being a middleman
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This week’s therapy session took a deep turn. A few days prior, I fell into a funk of sorts. Feeling overwhelmed by illness, work, and family stuff compounded on top of one another. By the time therapy rolled around, I pretty much pulled myself out of it. This funk though sparked a different conversation though.
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This week kicked my ass metaphorically and literally. The shit show started off with a stomach bug that knocked me on my ass. For 48 hours, I was bedridden and blowing chunks. I could not sit up for more than a minute without feeling lightheaded and breaking out in a sweat. I missed two days
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Our lives present quite the conundrum. Throughout our entire lives, we learn that change is the only constant. However, as a counselor and through personal experience, I came to find out that the most human beings do not cope well with change. We possess an innate desire to feel in control and like to know
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This morning I woke up to a long-forgotten feeling. The sun peered just over the horizon and let its early morning shine into the bedroom. Along with this dim light came in the sound of short, melodic chirps. Barely tapping into these two sense was enough to stir me. With one eye open a slit,
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The Caring Counselor 