mental health
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Fibromyalgia. I write about this topic far too much on this blog, or so it feels. However, today’s piece isn’t so much focused on the symptoms or recent flare up, as much as it is the effect of my mental health/self-care. If you are unaware of what fibromyalgia is, here you go, you lazy bum:
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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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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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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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This is sort of, kind of a follow-up to a post a few weeks back about feeling proud of myself for accomplishing what I have in life. I set out several goals for myself over ten years ago, and reading over a college essay where I outlined those goals made me realize that they became
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You ever have one of those days where you wake up and you just want to try something different? I woke up a little bit earlier than I anticipated and reflected a bit on how I wanted my day to go. I had a meeting with a colleague in about two hours. My colleague lived
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I work my ass off. That is a given. I always have been and always will be a hard worker. However, that blessing carries a heavy burden. Just over the last three days, I clocked somewhere between 36 and 40 hours of work. That averages out to about 12 to 13 hours a day. This
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I genuinely look forward to my own weekly therapy sessions. It helps me to air out and organize my thoughts, while being given feedback from a therapist in respect and gel with. Typically, I leave the sessions feeling better about myself and whatever I discussed. However, I know as both a counselor and client that
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My neck. My back. Ouch. My back. Cut! We are stopping there. My back hurts. I am definitely feeling my age more and more every day. I spent the better part of fourteen hours on Memorial Day piecing together two dressers, an office desk, an aquarium, and a guinea pig pen. It was likely the
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That’s it. I am putting my foot down. This year I am fucking doing it once and for all. I signed up for the Out of the Darkness Walk. After watching the date pass by every June for the last five years, I finally made the commitment. For those of you who are not familiar
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