self-care
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2025 has been a bitch. I wish you understood how excited I am that we are entering the last month of the year. Around every corner stands a metaphorical Mike Tyson ready to punch me in the face and bite off my ear. Every goddamn time though, I get back up. It ain’t easy, but
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I am having a hard time picking a place to start with writing this post. Over the last week, I reflected on what I want to say, but it gets jumbled up every time. I am more in amazement that it has been five years. It sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. Driving to
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As a clinician and a client, I offer my unique perspective on suicide. I’ve been there, and I don’t mind sharing my story if it will help someone else. Also, as a suicide prevention advocate, I am starting a new program in conjunction with the Dillan Hardt Foundation- the Heart2Hardt program. For every $50 raised,
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You guys seem to like it when I keep it real on here. Well, it’s been a while since I even posted here. Let alone let you in on the deep thought. Lately, that’s all I have been bathing in. All the deep thought. Unfortunately, not the good vibe kind of deep thought. More like
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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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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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Tonight’s post takes on more of a raw vent session. I haven’t written in a few weeks, and lord knows I need it. I am at my wit’s end. For a while now, life pummels me with obstacle after obstacle. I walk through one door only to be smacked in the face by the next.
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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
The Caring Counselor 