mentalillness
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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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I sat there one-on-one with a client in what was supposed to be a group session. However, it was… I sat directly across from a brand new client on a comfy swivel couch. Working only one night a week at this substance use program put me at a grave disadvantage in meeting clients. I never…
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Writing last week’s post stuck with me. I touched on our how tumultuous social climate presents as a chronic, collective trauma. Day in and day out, we get hit with more bad news without any time to recover. In talking to my therapist this week, I understood why reflecting on this issue lingered in the…
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Fucking Facebook. I have such a love-hate relationship with the Facebook memories feature. If you are unfamiliar with the Book of Faces, just like an ex-girlfriend, this is where it sends you a notification of all the stupid shit you posted on that same date since you established your profile. I sadly joined Facebook in…
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Sitting in a psych ward offers up a lot of downtime. Other than going to group and meals, not a whole lot happens outside of the occasional patient freak out. Usually, patients spent their time watching television or coloring at one of the round tables. Following a tumultuous few weeks and a nervous breakdown, I…



