Writings

Sometimes I think I'm manic depressive. Like, I'm not... But sometimes it feels like I am. And sometimes I think maybe that's normal. Maybe we're all like that. But we just don't talk about it. We pretend like we're all good.

I'm feeling on top of the world this week. I know these weeks. They creep in unexpectedly and they feed me lies about how great the rest of my life is going to be. I know the truth. I know that this feeling doesn't last. But I'm riding the high right now. And I feel like a hypocrite.

I’ve been exploring forgiveness lately. And as a therapist I’ve learned how difficult a topic it really is. Oftentimes, it’s the last thing we address when working toward acceptance, growth, and ultimately healing.

I've been stuck in the back and forth for too many years. When exactly did this start? I binge and then I start again. Binge again. Start again. I've been stuck in this cycle for as long as I can remember. Creating plan after plan after plan after plan. Binge again. Plan again.

One of the things we’re indoctrinated with most deeply comes from what we call “diet culture.” A fancy title given to the seemingly unending messages we receive from the world around us that our physical bodies are something the world cares about deeply, so we should in turn put endless amounts of time, attention, and resources into ensuring that the one we’re living in is good enough…

We are all so damn hard on ourselves. And for good reason… From the minute we’re born there are parts of our brain being programmed to function and sound like the adults around us…