wellness
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2025 has been a bitch. I wish you understood how excited I am that we are entering the last month of the year. Around every corner stands a metaphorical Mike Tyson ready to punch me in the face and bite off my ear. Every goddamn time though, I get back up. It ain’t easy, but
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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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You guys seem to like it when I keep it real on here. Well, it’s been a while since I even posted here. Let alone let you in on the deep thought. Lately, that’s all I have been bathing in. All the deep thought. Unfortunately, not the good vibe kind of deep thought. More like
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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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My poor medicine cabinet looks like a back alley pharmacy. On a typical day, I take 8-9 medications and/or vitamins. That’s a good amount for a younger guy like me. I don’t like it. Following a couple of recent medical appointments, the topic arose of lowering my psych meds. At the time, I was on
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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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If you know me personally, you know that I am very much so a straight shooter. I tell it like it is. It gets me in trouble, especially when my filter is completely removed. However, in my experience, beating around the bush doesn’t get you anywhere. You just end up chasing your tail in circles.
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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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