3 Things to Do Less Often

The other day I posted 3 Things to Do More Often. Today I'll examine Things to Do Less Often. APOLOGIZE: I say "I'm sorry" waaaayyyy more than I ought to, and about inconsequential things. For example, if my husband and I reach for the same item at the same time, I'll apologize. In the car,... Continue Reading →

Self-Forgiveness

Something I really struggle with is forgiving myself. I'm so used to beating myself up for anything and everything that I might as well be bruised all over. I think of myself as a loser. I know better, and I'm improving as far as not beating myself up goes. For example, I began working out... Continue Reading →

Sticky

Thank you so much to my new followers and old followers for sticking by me and my blog during the time that I took off. I don't know when I'll post next; hopefully it will be more regularly. So. Since January I've... quit, yes quit my drawing class. I went the first 2 times (it... Continue Reading →

I Lost 10 lbs.

Some of you may know about my weight troubles. Anyway, I lost 10 lbs. since this past April, so it's been about 2 months. I stopped eating candy, ate smaller portions, and began using the treadmill. I also started going to PHP #4 in April. Having to get up early, get dressed, and leave the... Continue Reading →

Miserable About My Weight Gain

I haven't written about my mother in a while, partly because of my current mental health issues, so my therapist and I temporarily stopped working on Daughter Detox, which is a book that includes exercises on "recovering from an unloving mother and reclaiming your life." (That's the book's subtitle.) I've already mentioned this, but I... Continue Reading →

Med Changes

I saw my psychiatrist yesterday. He raised my lithium because according to the blood test Behavioral Hospital did a couple of weeks ago, my lithium isn't at a therapeutic level. Which probably explains why I'm still feeling somewhat depressed. He also told me that a psychiatrist at PHP 4 will be treating me for the... Continue Reading →

What Makes My Stomach Churn

When I was at Behavioral Hospital, there was a group therapy in which the therapist gave us a list of negative names we have been called, and then a positive way of reframing it. We had to read the ones we circled out loud. For example: I've been called finicky, but really I'm a gourmet... Continue Reading →

Molded By My Mother

This is the second of what may be a series of posts about the complicated relationship between my mother and me, to explore how it affected my self-image and possibly, my anxiety. As I said in my last relevant post, I'm not out to "trash" the dead, and I'm not writing this out of self-pity.... Continue Reading →

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