#selfcare
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Dating has never been my strong suit. My relationship history looks like something off of Jerry Springer. I’ve been cheated on, lied to, and manipulated. If you open up the dictionary to “codependent,” you’ll see a picture of a malnourished, zombie-esque me giving a thumbs up. To say the least, not a great track record.
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I pulled up to my client’s apartment building and just sat there. I sat dazed and confused. Pressure built up across my forehead. I mapped out how the rest of my evening would go given that this was the first of three in-home sessions on a Friday evening. It wasn’t the fact that I was
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As a man, I am supposed to hold in my feelings. I’m not allowed to show emotion. Get over it. Suck it up, right? I am proud to admit that I am scared as fuck right now. If you follow my blog, then you already know the belly saga. If not, let me reiterate. Nausea,
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I know I promised in my first blog post of the new year that I would be focusing on self-care theory and how I felt I have progressed in the last five years. I have not forgotten about that. I was literally just staring at the bookmark in my browser history a moment ago. However,
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This is sort of, kind of a follow-up to a post a few weeks back about feeling proud of myself for accomplishing what I have in life. I set out several goals for myself over ten years ago, and reading over a college essay where I outlined those goals made me realize that they became
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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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During the week leading up to Christmas, I seriously wish I had a dollar for every time someone said the following to me because I would have been able to pay off my student loans. “How are you able to stay so positive/happy/jolly with all of this going on?” You have to understand the amount
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Over the last five to six years, I’ve put a lot of time into developing insight. After seeing how a three-year toxic relationship unfolded and almost led to my untimely demise, I knew there was work to be done. With that being said, I’ve been in countless therapy sessions, had hundreds of deep conversations with
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You ever have one of those days where you wake up and you just want to try something different? I woke up a little bit earlier than I anticipated and reflected a bit on how I wanted my day to go. I had a meeting with a colleague in about two hours. My colleague lived
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I work my ass off. That is a given. I always have been and always will be a hard worker. However, that blessing carries a heavy burden. Just over the last three days, I clocked somewhere between 36 and 40 hours of work. That averages out to about 12 to 13 hours a day. This
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