We have a complicated relationship with change. It’s like a frustrating game of red light, green light. We want it (green light), but then we don’t want it (red light). We resist change and then beg for it. We want the positive results of change, but we don’t want to experience the journey it will
One of the things I love the most about being a therapist is that every client I meet, and every story I hear, is so unique and different. There may be similar themes of pain, resilience, trauma, and hope, but the twists and turns of how these themes have played out are all so different.
If you have ever been talking to someone who is more interested in checking their phone than hearing you talk, I’m willing to bet you felt pretty different than when you were speaking to someone who was fully engaged in what you were saying. Some of the characteristics of the “not-so-great” listener might be…easily distracted,
I started going to therapy after realizing that thing my cousin did to me as a child was sexual abuse and the repercussions were resounding in my life a decade later. I don’t know how the brain works or why memories resurfaced during a summer abroad trip in England, but they did, so I began
Follow my blog with Bloglovin “But when did we ever win in the end when we lowered our standards and dumbed down who we are to get what we think we want? I’m more convinced than ever that the right person will never ask you to diminish yourself so that they can be comfortable being
You know those articles, Facebook, or Instagram posts that are so personal and transparent that you literally hit post, publish, or submit with one eye open and then pray that it doesn’t sound like complete babble? Well, I did exactly that when I submitted this article to share with the Grit and Virtue blog. I
Vulnerability. Let’s just let that word hang in the air for a moment. I’m sure this word brings up different feelings and thoughts for each of us. We have all had different experiences with it, good and bad I’m sure. There is nothing like moving to a new place with new people, new job, new church…ok,
As a little girl (and only child girl) I used to force my dad to sit and have tea parties with me. I would set the table with little cups and plates, and at the miniature table and chairs, my big, grown-up dad would have to sit (pinkies up) and play pretend tea party with me.
At the outset we may not know the reasons why a person enters and exits our lives. But if you are living and breathing, you are in a constant cycle of embracing and letting go. Ten years ago, God arranged for someone to enter my life that, unbeknownst to me, would leave it not long after. Before