Today’s story is about thoughtlessness, uncertainty, fear, responsibility, and why I probably shouldn’t text with my therapist, even though I would hate to give it up.
There is a lot to learn from the experience of being triggered in a therapy session.
Ouch – my therapist and I stumble across my pain, and hers.
I have a lot of different things going on and haven’t posted for a while (nearly 2 weeks). I’m also exhausted and uninspired, so I’m just going to make a list of some things that are going on. Last Thursday was my last day at work after 16 years and 9 months at the same company. For…
Hi dear friends and random readers (actually I think of you all as friends). Tomorrow I am paying yet another visit to my trusty urogynecologist, to be fitted with a device that may help me out a bit with my pelvic organ prolapse until I can have surgery in a few months. I was thinking…
It feels good when you speak up for yourself and someone listens–in this case, “someone” is the gynecologist.
My brain and body have been freaking about about Thursday’s appointment with the gynecologist. Good time for another round of letters with Anxiety. She has no trouble telling me what she thinks.