wellness
-
By far, I am my own worst critic. I am notorious for self-deprecation. Given my long trauma history, black-and-white thinking, and unrealistic expectations of myself, it’s easy to go down that rabbit hole. Personally, I like to have little mantras to keep myself in check. Just short sayings that I can repeat to myself from…
-
Fibromyalgia. I write about this topic far too much on this blog, or so it feels. However, today’s piece isn’t so much focused on the symptoms or recent flare up, as much as it is the effect of my mental health/self-care. If you are unaware of what fibromyalgia is, here you go, you lazy bum:…
-
Fibromyalgia is a bitch. Being a male diagnosed with fibromyalgia is an even bigger bitch. I do not wish this illness upon my worst enemy, as it has consumed a significant part of the last six years. For those of you who are not familiar with this asshole of an illness, fibromyalgia is characterized as…
-
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,…
-
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…
-
Fucking Facebook. I have such a love-hate relationship with the Facebook memories feature. If you are unfamiliar with the Book of Faces, just like an ex-girlfriend, this is where it sends you a notification of all the stupid shit you posted on that same date since you established your profile. I sadly joined Facebook in…
-
Sitting in a psych ward offers up a lot of downtime. Other than going to group and meals, not a whole lot happens outside of the occasional patient freak out. Usually, patients spent their time watching television or coloring at one of the round tables. Following a tumultuous few weeks and a nervous breakdown, I…
-
Hey you. Yeah, you. We need to talk. I don’t know how to say it, so I’m just going to say it. This relationship just isn’t working. Seriously, let’s face the facts. We have been off and on for the last fifteen years. You come and go as you want. I lost count how many…
-
As with any helping profession, working in mental health beats the crap out of you emotionally. It can be difficult to maintain a positive attitude and instill hope in your clientele when you listen to severe trauma and stressed out individuals all day long. Throw in the fact of maintaining administrative duties on a supervisor…
-
*****Warning***** NSFW language in this post. You have been warned. I saw all the warning signs. I woke up randomly in the middle of the night and could not fall back asleep. This happened several nights in a row. My thoughts held their own Daytona 500, going in circles making left turns all day. In…
The Caring Counselor 