Flashback Friday: My Brain is Broken

Let's take a trip down memory lane to the last time I had a really bad depressive episode. It's been over a year without one and that's an extremely long time for me. I owe it all to my anti-depressant and I couldn't be happier about it. January 13, 2014 me was not happyThis past week has been a long one....more

Dealing with Stigmas

Stigma- noun - a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person: example, "the stigma of mental disorder" ...more

Home is where your heart is

Back to blogging!Finally I’m back to Brazil, and I’m fine. All the anxiety of the last days seems to have disappeared. Of course I was sick on the plane (I still have to find an explanation to this one), and it hasn’t been all perfect since I landed (I was held  in the Federal Police office for a little while…), but I’m relaxed. Actually, you know what? I’m happy....more

Out of Your Control? Let it Go.

Yesterday, I was in a major stress fest. I was constantly checking my email, missed calls and voicemails waiting to hear something from a future employer. Side Note: About a month ago, I lost my job. I am going to write a post dedicated to that experience but right now let’s just say, I’m unemployed, still irritated and waiting for the next opportunity....more

5 Steps for Dealing With a Midlife Crisis

For the last six months, I’ve been in the throes of a major midlife crisis, but in the last month, the fog of depression and self-deprecation has started to lift. It’s still a battle, but at least I don’t wake up every day feeling like my life has ended now that I’ve hit my mid-forties. When I do feel myself slipping backwards though, I follow these steps:...more

Borderline Personality Disorder: What Does it Feel Like?

My teachers would spend hours talking about me, trying to figure out what was going on. I knew that and I liked the attention. I mean, there were almost 40 kids in a classroom, and my teachers spent their meetings discussing me – that made me important, didn't it? Then, for some reason, I began thinking about death, and to be more specific – about self-inflicted death. ...more
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The Things I Can Never Say To My Love

What can I say to you? What can I say to make you understand?I am the most guilty. I am guilty of saying the wrong things, and not saying the things that should be said. I am guilty of yelling and screaming, confronting and accusing, and not loving nearly enough. What can I say to my love, who weathers the storm, time and time again?...more

Suicidal Student Kicked Out Of Dorm Because He Might Negatively Impact Other Students

TW: talk of suicideImagine this: a student living in a university residence contacts his Residence Life don. He has fallen and injured himself, and there is blood everywhere. He is afraid he might die. He needs help.Surely in this scenario the don would seek immediate assistance for the student. They would bring him to a clinic or perhaps a hospital. Once the student had recovered, they would welcome him back to residence – maybe even put up a banner or throw a little party.Certainly the student would not be asked to leave the residence....more

Prepare To Be Uncomfortable

Recently a client asked me how to tell the difference between the natural anxiety a person has when they’re moving forward into something new and the gut instinct that something is truly wrong for them.  Good question, right?And the answer is: I don’t think you can tell the difference.  At least not right away.Both of those feelings are so profoundly uncomfortable that it’s easy to see why some people stay stuck in the familiar.  As my wise friend Amy Ahlers once told me, “If you are out of your comfort zone, you can expect to feel uncomfortable.”...more

Fragile

Yesterday was a great day. I drove Jack into the city to a children’s museum, and we played and climbed and…well, mostly I chased him. We devoured, in equal parts, a delicious sausage pizza. The wind bit our cheeks as we ran back to the parking garage. And I reveled in moving and playing and driving and inserting my little validated parking ticket in the slot—actions of which I am oddly proud. As I performed them, I was thinking, triumphantly: I’ll never let anxiety stop me from doing what I want to do....more