My dad died. I only know my own grief, and even that is debatable. If you’re hoping to comfort someone who’s grieving, here are a couple of things to know.
More than any other unsolicited mental health advice I’ve received over the course of my life is the admonishment to “fake it till you make it.”
Remember that therapy is just one small part of your overall mental (and physical, because that mind-body shit is serious business) wellbeing.
This is your health we’re talking about, something often forgotten when it comes to treating that tricky organ hanging out between our ears. You deserve the right to a therapist who addresses your unique needs.
It did not solve all of my problems. It did not make the reality of this deep hurt go away. But it did make me feel more like myself, which I'd begun to fear I would never feel again.
OCD is tailor-made for iceberg metaphors.
Even when he was trying his very hardest not to survive, my Dad still gave himself music. And somewhere along the way, he gave it to me too.
EMDR is the most compassionate and empowering therapy I have ever undergone.
My biggest fear is being too much.
Do you know how hard it was to find a picture for this that was not a blonde lady in full makeup staring pensively out a window?
Showing up to occupy physical space isn’t the only way to care about the world, so why do we seem to think it is?
Reading is more than just escapism. For some people, it's a key component of their mental wellbeing.
Book therapy is not a new concept, though its recent emergence in more mainstream counseling practices and treatment programs has made it something of a trendy topic for think pieces and the like.