trauma
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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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Dear Dad, , I know we talk every day, but it has been a year since I last wrote to you. It’s been a fucking year. Holy shit. I remember driving to my client’s house at around 12:30 on Halloween last year when your wife called me hysterically crying. She couldn’t even get the words…
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I’ll be honest. I really don’t want to write this, but I know it will help me once I do. The one year anniversary of my dad’s passing quickly approaches. Of all days too, he passed away on Halloween last year. It crept up in my mind going back to August. Halloween decorations slowly pushed…
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Growing up, I was obsessed with cartoons. I watched Rugrats and Spongebob before jumping on the schoolbus. I got home from school around 3 o’clock every day, which was just in time to plop down in my favorite chair to catch the latest episode of Pokemon. At night, it was whatever I could catch on…
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My neck. My back. Ouch. My back. Cut! We are stopping there. My back hurts. I am definitely feeling my age more and more every day. I spent the better part of fourteen hours on Memorial Day piecing together two dressers, an office desk, an aquarium, and a guinea pig pen. It was likely the…
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Shortly after I wrote my last blog post about how my behaviors mimicked those of my father, I came across the above picture on my Facebook timeline. You know, this was always part of my internal conflict about my parents. My rational side clearly knew my parents were flawed. It is a wonder I did…
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I have no idea why, but I got to thinking about my dating life this morning. I am going to sound cocky when I say this, but getting dates has not been the problem. I possess a charismatic personality that pulls people in. The issue comes with keeping them around. It has been five years…
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Writing last week’s post stuck with me. I touched on our how tumultuous social climate presents as a chronic, collective trauma. Day in and day out, we get hit with more bad news without any time to recover. In talking to my therapist this week, I understood why reflecting on this issue lingered in the…
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It’s been two weeks, and I still cannot believe that it happened. Something felt off when I tried calling you for two days straight with no answer. In a last ditch effort to reach you, I called your wife after one of my sessions. What I did not expect to hear was a frantic cry…
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Just like many parents, mine drive me bonkers. They call me every day, and it is almost always when I am in the middle of something like work or sleeping. If I do not call them back within a half hour or so, a barrage of phone calls comes my way followed with “Are you…
