change

  • Toilet Vs. Mirror

    Toilet Vs. Mirror

    Perseverating takes the mind places it never thought it could go. Just like my one client of over two years. This is easily her brain’s favorite pastime. Some anxiety-provoking thought will cross her mind, and her consciousness latches onto it. Only for it never to be let go. She and I refer to this as

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  • Even With The Anticipation

    My poor medicine cabinet looks like a back alley pharmacy. On a typical day, I take 8-9 medications and/or vitamins. That’s a good amount for a younger guy like me. I don’t like it.  Following a couple of recent medical appointments, the topic arose of lowering my psych meds. At the time, I was on

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  • Adventure Time

    Adventure Time

    No, not the cartoon. Although the cartoon is pretty good too. I’m talking about taking a trip down the beaten path. Going out on a limb to do something different. Taking that risk. The week prior beat me to a bloody pulp. I looked like Rocky Balboa near the end of the first movie. Picture

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  • All Quiet on the Western Front

    You know it’s bad when you have two therapists say the same thing to you on two separate occasions. To answer your first question, yes, I see two therapists. I have my therapist who I have been seeing for six or seven years, and then I recently picked up another who I see less frequently

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  • Movin’ On Up

    Movin’ On Up

    I laid there. Taking it all in. A half empty closet. Cleared out dressers. Dust bunnies strewn across the floor. One corner with a TV and Nintendo Switch sitting up on the shelf. There wasn’t much else left to this room. Most of its contents were already removed and transported across the river to my

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  • Moving It Right

    Moving It Right

    A bit of a follow-up on my last post. I’m in the midst of a move from my home state of New Jersey (born, raised, and resided for the last 33 years) across the Delaware to our neighbor Pennsylvania. I do not fair well with change – any kind of change. Good or bad. I

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  • 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 shake their hand, give them a fist bump, or at least introduce yourself by name. You do not go up

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