#selfcare
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Working in any helping profession often comes across a thankless and underappreciated. After working in the mental health field, I’ve learned that it isn’t to be expected. You don’t usually get to see the end result of your work and need to celebrate the small wins. However, once in a while, you get a reminder
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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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I finally finished an audibook! If you’re looking for a good listen on day-to-day acceptance, I do highly recommend Acceptance and Commitment Therapy by Dr. Steven Hayes. Towards the end, I loved one concept that I wanted to share. It’s called “just cause.” The whole premise is to take a menial task and works towards
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I do enjoy living in a region that actually gets to experience all four seasons. It mixes things up, and I get to experience the best of all four. With that being said, it’s that time of the year again! The birds are a-chirpin’. The bunnies are a-hoppin’. The sun is a-shinin’. Spring has sprung,
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The brain can be a tricky little bugger. Sometimes it seems like our mind has a mind of its own. Let’s face it though. For all of us, the thing that helps us control ourselves can also feel like it takes over control. In those moments, we feel overwhelmed, helpless, and confused. Interestingly enough, we
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To my loyal readers, I apologize for being MIA the last several weeks. I know so many of you are going through Caring Counselor withdrawal after not hearing from me for six weeks. (Please note my sarcasm.) In all seriousness, my writing took a backseat in recent weeks. I feel split between three jobs and
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*****NSFW language**** You’ve been warned. Let’s be fucking real for a second. Life ain’t easy. A “normal” (whatever that is anymore) day is complicated. Throw whatever extra shit into the mix you want, and you have the perfect clusterfuck. This is exactly how I felt. What sucked even more is being able to pin down
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I walked in the door to an unfamiliar sight in recent memory. My landlord/friend was parked at his desk wrapped up in a sweatshirt and blanket. He just got home from a seven-week business trip in Nevada. However, he did not look good. *cough cough* “I got Covid.” First words out of his mouth. Fuck.
The Caring Counselor 