reflection
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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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The phrase of week coined by my therapist. With all that is happening around me, those words are that much more important. Unfortunately, following a slew of anxiety-provoking events, I find myself clamming up. It’s been consistently growing more difficult to remain vulnerable around others. I really want to stay to myself. However, I know
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If you know me personally, you know that I am very much so a straight shooter. I tell it like it is. It gets me in trouble, especially when my filter is completely removed. However, in my experience, beating around the bush doesn’t get you anywhere. You just end up chasing your tail in circles.
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Without disclosing too much, I’m dealing with a situation at work that’s ramping up my anxiety. It’s been dragging for somewhere between 2 and 3 weeks. The best part? Nobody had any information about what’s going on. I don’t know what I’m being accused of. I don’t know what my job is investigating. They haven’t
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Everyone around me has been getting sick and not with the same ailments. It started with a few clients complaining about a stomach bug that hit them hard. Throwing up, sharp stomach pain, and fatigue that lasted for 3-5 days. Ew. Friends of mine getting hit with an upper respiratory virus that lingered for weeks.
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I never did well with change. Most humans don’t. We are creatures of habit. Knowing provides us with the illusion of control. However, this is totally unrealistic. I lay here in bed preparing for my fifth year as an adjunct psychology professor. You’d think by now that I’d be used to the routine, right? You
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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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It hurts. My body hurts. My head pounds. My neck, shoulders, calves, and hips feel heavy. Yet somehow, I press on. Through the pain, agony, and misery, I find the motivation to do what I must. As much as I probably need a break, I can’t always let my illness beat me down. Over the
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I know I probably wrote something similar to this past last year, but it felt necessary to share my thoughts again. Today carried such a bittersweet feeling. The day served as a reminder of a significant loss in my life – one that occurred just over three years ago. Not a day goes by that
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This has become an annual tradition for yours truly. And, yes, I have probably said this every time since I started doing this in 2018. New Year’s offers a time of reflection. It gives us a benchmark to look back on the progress or lack thereof that we made over the last 365 days. To
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