trauma
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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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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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Good lord. I feel like a whiny bitch at this point. I moan and groan about the same things week in and week out. Feeling stretched thin with work. Money not growing on trees. Lack of social interaction. My chronic illnesses kicking my ass. Yeah, we get it. You have a lot going on. After
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Regularly, my clients feel “stuck.” They make progress on whatever goals they set forth. They push and push. Eventually, the goal is met, and stability replaces the chaos. However, this stability often brings its own anxiety. When someone is accustomed to chaos and always awaiting the next bad thing, it becomes difficult to stay calm.
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My annual tradition is back! I lost track as to how long I have been doing this. It has to be at least six or seven years at this point. I always look forward to this post though. Like I always say when introducing this topic, New Year’s offers the perfect opportunity for reflection and
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Definitely one of the less talked about parts of our well-being. We always talk about taking care of our bodies. Keeping our emotions in line. Using coping skills. How often do you nurture your intellect? Of course, I too enjoy the days where I can kick back on the couch like a lifeless zombie. Yet,
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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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It’s been just a few weeks since I started seeing a specialized therapist again for my process addiction. A bunch of issues lingered, and I hit a brick wall with my progress. My growth felt stunted. Just under the surface, all of the guilt, shame, and blame festered. To jump start the battery, I got
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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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