When Spontinaeity Throws Me Off Balance

I enjoy writing based on relevant and timely personal experience. This past weekend threw me way off balance. It takes me by surprise! I could be going along, making forward progress and then WHAM!, change happens.

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Why I Love My Therapist

I’m gonna throw some love out there. So many of my posts are about dealing with sticky situations that aren’t necessarily positive, so I thought I’d talk about a truly bright part of my life.

My therapist is my devil’s advocate, my friend, my rock, and my stepping stone. I find so much value in my sessions with her and found myself wanting to dive deeper into why I get so much out of these sessions and whether anyone else might feel the same way.

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I Might Look Sweet, But I Listen To Angry Music… And Love It.

Whether it’s healthy or not, who knows. It works for me. There’s something deep-seeded and primordial that lives within me. And in order to relieve that pressure, I use various forms of therapy to help.ย  One of those forms of therapy is listening to deep, throaty, guitar-heavy, angry, passionate music. It’s like I’m a pressure cooker, and filling my ears with this glorious noise releases the steam.

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Why Breaks Are Necessary

1b5b1f62deb22b47b5e930421b118016--live-life-happy-quotes-taking-a-break-quotes-lifeI’ve been silent for a while. Part of me hates that, part of me knows I needed it. Breaks, regardless of what they are from, are key to a healthy lifestyle for me.

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This Depression is Kicking my Butt

1892332bb249dedc6f5319bf1cdd831bDue to med changes and brain chemistry alignments, my depression has reared itโ€™s ugly head yet again.

This is the kind of depression that I had when I was first diagnosed, and just getting on medication. So, itโ€™s ugly and angry. And all I can do is keep fighting. Itโ€™s a silent battle. One I donโ€™t like to talk about because it makes me feel weak. Itโ€™s a battle that is raging in my head while on the outside I seemโ€ฆ fine.

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