The Lines Are Open

While slogging my way through a rough day last Saturday, I wanted to reach out to my therapist, E., but in the end, I didn’t allow myself. In Monday’s therapy session, I started off telling her, “I had a hard time on Saturday, and I thought about calling you or emailing you. I wrote an…

Let Anger Speak

(Day 2 of Be Brave) Like so many others, I have a complicated relationship with Anger. I recognize the value of her fierceness. But I’m afraid of her, or more precisely, I’m afraid of letting her loose. She might take over and cause a lot of destruction that could be hard for me to clean…

Radical Self-Care

Being depressed for a long time, and being depressed off and on for literally years on end, is boring. I don’t want to spend my whole life like this. Up until now, I have thought that I was doing something, by going to therapy and taking medications (currently trazodone, clonazapam and venlafaxine, but I’ve tried…

Chicago Exhibit: End Child Abuse

I’m in Chicago for work and was walking downtown today when I stumbled across this exhibit consisting of photos of people who were abused as children. The photos show us that abuse can happen to all sorts of people. The accompanying text also demonstrates that people can recover and speak up to try to prevent…

wtsoyf = wipe that smirk off your face

One day when I was feeling really angry about someone who abused me, I let my imagination go.  I imagined smashing that self-satisfied look right off his stupid face.  And then I got out my colored pencils and notebook. Not great work by any stretch of the imagination, but it made the wounded adolescent in…