A road not taken wasforty years ago – to trust my motherhear her advicefire the therapistwho honed my resentment against her. If I did, I would have beenIn touch with my brothersmarried youngerhave childrenbe close to my momforty years earlier. Instead, I listened to aa therapist who sharpened thevenom I had against my mother. I ...

My life has been one problem after another these past few months. Despite my best efforts to keep moving forward, I have been miserable. I have been working towards becoming the best version of myself. I am awful at giving myself credit unless I accomplish my ultimate goal. Therapy is helping me realize that small ...

I took a big step this week for my personal growth. I looked for a counselor or therapist. This may not seem like that big of a deal, but it was for me.  I probably have needed therapy since middle school. I avoided getting it when I was older because I have never considered myself ...

SAD is especially scary because I already fight anxiety and depression on a daily basis. Mix that with an extra boost of depression and you have a dangerous recipe on your hands.

Content Warning: contains references to assault, drug use, death of a parent, and child abuse. When we spotted her, she sat in the corner. A tiny child holding a doll, she picked its poofed hair with the ferocity of potential future trichotillomania. Her skin’s patches of white and darker tan contrasted with the doll’s color ...

Writing might just save my life. Last summer, I began therapy. After a few months, I was diagnosed with PTSD from sexual assault I experienced many years ago. I decided that I wanted to write a book about my experience of going through therapy. Therapy is a lot harder than most people think, and PTSD ...

**Trigger Warning: This article contains graphic discussions of rape and abuse of a sexual nature from survivors. It may be painful for some to read.** “I’m proud of you.” Those were the words my therapist said to me as I sat in her office. I was broken, shattered, not even human in my eyes. I ...

It is around us everywhere we go.  Part of our active lives not only includes music, but it also seems that it is threaded into our existence.  The first thing I do after getting into my car is turning on the radio.  No thought goes into this action, it has become tethered to my daily ...