therapy
Focused on the relationship between doctor and patient. Therapy is the process of self-discovery.
Who Needs a Therapist When (Pt. 4)
Me. I need a therapist. Thank you internet for being one. All tips will go to someday affording a real professional. So, I've been having a motivation problem. Like, every other morning I wake up with my bones full of lead. I can push through to go to work, but when I need to be working from home, or doing personal projects or pretty much any average day, the hopelessness saps at me and I find myself unable to even get out of bed.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy7 years ago in Psyche
Who Needs a Therapist When (Pt. 2)
Me. I need a Therapist. Thank you internet for being one. All tips will go to someday affording a real professional. So I have sleep issues. Just not the sleep issues that any of my medical and therapy professionals have expected. I'd tell them I had nightmares and they would prescribe sleep aids and talk about insomnia solutions. Only, the nightmares never woke me up—if anything, they caused the opposite. I am, and have always been, a champion sleeper. Pretty much at will, I can sleep 10, 12, or even 14 hours. I can wake up in the morning, do necessary things like walk the dog or take the trash out, lay back in bed, and be asleep in minutes. I'm great at napping, and it takes a Herculean amount of anxiety and stress before it impacts my ability to fall asleep. Even then, a "sleepless" night is any night where I get less than six hours.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy7 years ago in Psyche
Who Needs a Therapist When
Me. I need a therapist. Thank you internet for being one. All tips will go to someday affording a real professional. So, I went off of my anti-depressant medication back in May. This wasn't me making poor life choices, but rather advised by my doctor. The point of it was to test for some underlying conditions that could be causing or interacting with my mental health issues. It was a hopeful step toward a better long-term solution.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy7 years ago in Psyche
Interviews with a Big Black Broad: Sessions #7
Interviewer: When did you began to seek professional help to treat your BDD? BBB: I'm sure it's not surprising that I was reluctant. I was complacent in dealing with my issues on my own up 'til the age of 28. I hid from mirrors. I would dwell in front of mirrors. I took down mirrors. I put them back up. I spent all my money on food, alcohol, makeup, hair products and expensive girdles of all kinds. I hid from the world for days and weeks on end. I drank to endure those moments when I gave in to the mounting pressures I felt to rejoin the world even when I felt the worst about myself. The annoyance of having to deal with a disorder that caused me to focus so much on myself had also taken its toll on me. I wasn't a purposefully vain person. I wasn't someone who would choose to be so self-consumed. I wanted to travel the world. I loved people and wanted to meet more of them from all walks of life. I didn't want to assume that everyone who stared at me only did so because they saw someone ugly. I needed the courage to live the life I ultimately wanted. How could I live any longer without being able to face myself in the mirror? Without being able to leave my house without being inebriated in some way? So, I faced the fact that I would remain stuck in the same positions in my life (literally) if I didn't at least try professional help.
By Anarda Nashai7 years ago in Psyche
Journey
I have come to believe recovery is a journey of self-discovery. For my path of recovery, that includes God, and the VA medical centers and hospitals. Your path might be the same, but it likely isn’t. If it isn’t the same that's okay. After all, we are different people, with different experiences. Different people with different values. I have also come to believe that recovery is not a straight line. Recovery is more like a rollercoaster, with high points, low points, slow points and fast points. Today's story is about how to live life, on life's terms. It is much harder then it sounds, at least for me it is. Maybe you heard of this before it comes from the Action Commitment Therapy (ACT) model of recovery.
By Eugene Shattuck7 years ago in Psyche
Interviews with a Big Black Broad: Session #4
Interviewer: How did your collegiate aspirations relate to your experience with BDD? BBB: Before I begin, I should to warn you that this may be the most bizarre coming of age story you've ever heard. I chose a difficult major in college for two reasons: It was revered as prestigious and lucrative, and I was told that once I graduated from all those years of rigorous study, I would have little to no time for a social life while I practiced my trade. I wanted a career that would keep me so busy that I had no time to dwell on my awful appearance. I also wanted a preoccupation that would provide an understandable reason for why I had no time for romantic relationships—why I would never have children. My plan was to strictly focus on my studies, after which, I'd rely on my friends to satisfy whatever social needs I had. I loved to laugh and discuss politics, philosophy and art. So, I targeted those who majored in these subjects to help me indulge my interests when I wasn't studying my more conservative curriculum. Perhaps every now and then, I would enjoy a casual tryst or two if I was feeling up to it. I'd be a workaholic socialite from now on, I thought. Without time to focus on myself—to obsess over my ugliness, I could avoid what I referred to as "The cloud," which were my severely depressed episodes. My new distractions worked to steady my moods and lessen my obsessions. My grades were almost perfect. I'd even managed to acquire a small but well-coveted grant from the university strictly based on my academic merit. There are ugly people all over the world who are very prosperous, I thought. I studied the careers of very successful, powerful men who were also practicing the trade within the field I was studying. Most of them were single, with few or no children, and no one seemed to criticize their life choices. They weren't stigmatized for not living a conventional life. They were celebrated as playboys in fact. This was one of several observations that solidified my decision to become a playgirl. I could be satisfied with just a great career and friends. No husband. No children. I couldn't really conceive of living what all the other girls had coveted since holding their first doll baby: A "normal" life.
By Anarda Nashai7 years ago in Psyche
Therapy
I work in the mental health field as a Behavioral Health Technician (BHT). Full discloser, I am not a therapist and I am not a licensed counselor. However, I do eventually want to go back to go and start my own practice. Part of my role as a BHT includes assisting clients with understanding their treatment and helping them reach their treatment goals. Our ultimate goal is to see every client become successful, in their terms. In other words, one clients’ success could mean just the average day for another. If there is some improvement, even a little it can be a success story to share.
By Marissa Hall7 years ago in Psyche
A Broken System
My stomach hurt. I couldn’t force myself to participate in the stupid activity. We were suppose to make a collage that represents our recovery. I flipped through the same magazine several times. My hands were visibly shaking. I was sweating to much. Anything I did would be wrong. I was embarrassed to cut anything out of the magazine and glue it on the paper. It would be stupid. People will laugh. Maybe not out loud, but they would.
By Nicole Larsen7 years ago in Psyche
The Art of Healing, Part 2
Part Two You’re 19 years old and you’re dying. You’ve been carrying the weight of this trauma on your back alone for years and it has caused you to sink into the ground, to dig your own grave, to shut down. You’re 19 years old and your body is failing you. Idiopathic disorders plague you, both in mind and body. You’re 19 years old and you are crumbling to pieces, collapsing, and losing yourself inside yourself. You’re 19 years old and you’re dying.
By becca bean7 years ago in Psyche
