Even when therapeutic relationship is good, my sense that my therapist is getting tired of me is painfully close to the surface.
Often when I am depressed, a part of my brain is consumed by thoughts I don’t actively choose. They are not voices, per se; they don’t sound like someone else is talking to me. But in a way, they are like voices, repeatedly telling me things like, “I’m so bad. I’m a terrible person. I’m…
Today I’m being unreasonable. I know it. I also know that “all my feelings are acceptable,” even the unreasonable ones. So this evening, I’m trying to find some kind of balance between allowing myself to pout and fret because things are changing in a way I don’t want and accepting that things have to change.
A list of 16 thoughts from a morning with my depression. Why 16? It just sounded like a good number.
Next year maybe I’ll skip everything from mid-December to the second week of January, thank you very much.
I learned a lot this year about being compassionate with myself. I think a variety of supports came together for me, and something finally clicked.
That’s a line from a short guided meditation I like that aims to acknowledge an upset and help regain balance. It’s in my head these days though. I am, in fact having a hard time. I had six pretty good days in a row last week, which was so encouraging. For most of this year,…