Valentine's Day is the perfect time to spend a few hours showing ourselves the love we deserve.
Accepting your highly sensitive traits will help you be a better parent.
I’ll admit it; I, Jennifer Sara Glantz, have ghosted my fair share of guys in New York City. Nothing made me feel as bad as when I ghosted my therapist.
Self-care is a phrase so enthusiastically tossed about as of late that in many ways it has lost all meaning. In the same way “wellness” has gone, the concept now seems vague and fuzzy, somehow ineffable.
I had forgotten: absorption is the best kind of self-care.
I love to have new adventures and travel and meet new people, and a lot of that doesn’t involve having a snuggly child attached to me or pushing a stroller. And that’s okay.
For so long, I’ve defined myself as nothing other than a mom, and I think that was beginning to be a toxic thing for me. I’m so much more than “just a mom,” even though that’s one of my favorite titles.
Going to a therapist is like getting a regular physical. It’s good for your health and everyone should do it. Here are four reasons why the same can be said about seeing a therapist.
The idea of a society where claiming you like the way you look is judged as both strange and an invitation for disagreement is, to me, very sad.
Let this idea appeal to your insubordinate nature: the world wants me to not like my face, so guess what? I’ve decided I like it. Take that, world!
I decided to experiment. I would set my alarm and get up at 6 AM (or earlier) for seven days straight, no matter what.
If we’re going to keep up our energy for worldwide protests and not become overwhelmed with exhaustion and despair, our self-care style needs to be a little more tough love than self-indulgence.
Real self-care: Forget pedicures and bubble baths.