#selfcare
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Holy shit. I haven’t written anything since the end of June. I’m falling way behind on my New Year’s resolution of averaging 3 posts a month. I got some catching up to do. I thought tonight might be a good time to get back into the groove of blogging. My mind has been wired the
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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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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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Welp. I forgot to write three posts last month, so now I have to do four this month. If I end this post here, does it count? I kid. I am actually following up on my last post about slowing down and taking a moment when needed. To say the least, I could’ve done better
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Go. Go. Go. That’s been my motto for 2025. Seldom do I get a moment to myself. Since the start of the year, it feels like every waking moment is dedicated to helping everyone else. Overall, I’m fine with that. I love helping other people. However, it comes with a cost. As a result, I’ve
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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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Lately, I’ve been tapping into a saying my dad drilled through my thick skull. “Hope for the best. Prepare for the worst.” I feel like a broken record this holiday season. This statement flew out of my mouth at least a couple dozen times in the aforementioned time frame. My dad and whoever coined the
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This time of year brings up A LOT of feelings for people. Situations we avoided for the first eleven months of the year thrust themselves to the forefront. Every relative you don’t want to see you now feel obligated to visit. Those losses you experienced (usually a passing or separation) rear their ugly heads with
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I definitely lucked out when it came to the two stepchildren I inherited. They are both fantastic kids my seventeen-year-old stepdaughter and seven-year-old stepson. However, them occasionally challenging me comes with the territory of being their fatherly figure. The little guy definitely likes to push my buttons from time to time. One he unintentionally presses
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