It’s that time of year

It’s that time of year.

It is dark when I wake up. Dark when I get home.

Cold. Dry. Windy.

It sounds silly to say, but I realized today…I am actually afraid of this time of year and what it will bring.  Continue reading

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When therapy ends

There is this person, whose couch I could always curl up on and cry, laugh, or simply vent about my life.

This person showed me a kindness I had not ever experienced. A basic, human kindness–empathy. She saw me for who I was, respected me for who I was, and allowed me to be and feel whatever I needed to.

She believed in me.

And, eventually, it allowed ME to believe in me, too. Continue reading

Connected. 💛

20130324-sss-brene-brown-quotes-20-600x411.jpgI believe that, as social beings, we are wired to connect to others. From the moment that we are born, we need other people, rely on them to help meet our needs, and thrive when we have healthy attachments and are loved.

So much of my journey has focused on what I perceive as a lack of connection. When I initially went to therapy, I knew that I was lonely and seeking friendships and connections with other people. As I dug through all of my childhood issues, and addressed issues closer to “now,” I realized that this search for connection has been a theme throughout my entire life. Continue reading

About the last month

I’ve written over the last month that I am having a really hard time. I’ve been down…dark, and depressed. I’ve been fighting bouts of anxiety and nervousness, and stomach issues that are a result of all of it, but also make all the stress and nervousness worse.

I have been feeling trapped. And stuck. And hopeless. Continue reading

Why do I hurt so much?

The last few weeks have been so emotionally painful.

In moments of silence, when I am in tune with my body, I am only cognizant of the pain that is flowing through my stomach, chest, and heart.

It is emotional, but it is also physical.

I am trying not to let the sadness and the hopelessness take root.

It is hard.

It is hard to focus on the good things when that pain is so readily felt. Growth is painful, I know. But this feels overwhelming.

I know I’ve grown. There are some things I feel better about. But I wish this journey–this life of mine–was clearer and easier.

Let’s talk about it: SHAME

Shame.

Image result for shame brene brownIt’s a word I’ve thrown around a couple of times. An overwhelming wave of emotion. Shockingly, however, while I can feel and name this emotion, I have really never thought to examine its underlying cause.

I mean, where does my shame come from? Why do I feel it so heavily and so readily? Continue reading