Somewhere along the healing journey, self-sabotage rears its funny-looking head. It can come in many disguises. Most lately, my self-sabotage has me thinking, “that’s enough goodness for today.” But the reality is: there is no Goodness Maximum or Goodness Limit. The strange, irrational, “Is this too much goodness?” feeling comes up when I’ve just done…… Continue reading Breaking News from My Therapist: There is No Happiness Limit
Real change can only come from honesty. Whether it was my finances, relationships, physical wellbeing, or mental health – it took a rather uncomfortable intervention between me, myself, and I, before any real change could happen. The honesty did not feel good – in fact it felt upsetting. But sometimes, kindness is the greater evil.…… Continue reading 5 Reasons Why Being Honest with Yourself is Better than Being Kind
As a recovering co-dependent, one of the first things I learned was the importance of naming my feelings. For about a month, I carried around a worksheet that I had printed out called the Wheel of Emotions. When I was unsure what I was feeling, I could pull out that crumpled piece of paper and…… Continue reading Why Does Joy Trigger Anxiety?
The title of this blog post is from the depths of Twitter, or a screenshot of Twitter, posted somewhere in the depths of Instagram. If you learn who originally said it, let me know so I can credit them. This phrase really says it all, and it’s no coincidence that the phrase has been running…… Continue reading Do the Work, and the Work Will Do the Rest
Greetings from my actual mattress in my Manhattan flat! Yes, that’s right, the days of sleeping on floor like a squatter are over. My bed frame arrives next week, so I’m still living like a meth addict with my mattress on the floor, but this too shall pass. With the busyness of moving from Texas…… Continue reading Focusing On Joy Doesn’t Mean You Haven’t Suffered
What can a swing teach me about life? I see the swing. I think, “Oh, this looks fun.” I climb on, I push off, I ascend. I pick up speed. My stomach drops. I feel afraid. I slow down. I scrape the bottom of my Chucks against the ground. I regain…… Continue reading Play, Ground.
I had a hard day yesterday, and I can’t blame other people for my cloudy disposition. I acknowledge that certain moments triggered my feelings of anxiety and fear, but the feelings themselves were my own. The frustrating thing about self awareness is taking responsibility for all aspects of myself. Self accountability is the key to…… Continue reading In Defense of Bad Days
I used to believe Pics or it didn’t happen. If no one hears it, That tree didn’t fall. Now I see Myself. I witness. Myself. At first it felt lonely, My own eyes not being enough. But as my self love grew, So did my ability to exist, Unfiltered. Unwatched. Unseen. I affirm, I am…… Continue reading If a Tree Falls…
It’s been almost a month since my first trip to New York City, that dream-scape city of my dreams. I sat in a bookstore called Shakespeare’s and wrote about rewiring my brain the way an explorer navigates a new trail. You see, I realized that I cannot continue to follow the same worn-out mental paths…… Continue reading Rewiring My Brain: Adventures in Neuroplasticity
I remember seeing the Vine of the little boy who opened the fridge to realize that someone ate his torta (sandwich). I posted the video below, if you haven’t already seen it. The expression of pure despair in the boy’s voice struck a cord with me, because it is the sound of losing something that…… Continue reading What the Torta Kid Taught Me