Category Archives: Therapy

Eight Months

(WARNING: Post may incite some sadness). It’s been eight months since my mother died. I don’t think people die all of a sudden, so it’s been a eight months-ish. I have accused myself of sharing too many intimate details on … Continue reading

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Apparently, It’s Just Me

I told my therapist that the world feels like a cold, hard, unforgiving place, and she assessed that I was (am) having an existential crisis. So, people aren’t losing their jobs with no severance, while the federal government suddenly adopts … Continue reading

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Parasites And Other Things My Therapist Has A Field Day With

My doctor told me that I have parasites. I can’t talk to my therapist about it because she will use it as one of the connecting metaphors to tie my session into a nice little Freudian package. Who are the … Continue reading

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What?!

Part of my therapy is a “mirroring process” (therapy speak) of my emotional state (this helps “contain” me so I don’t unload my life story to strangers in a coffee shop…at least not everyday). I would say my therapist hits … Continue reading

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A New Perspective

I spent my entire therapy session flat on my back on the floor. No, this is not some new fangled way of releasing blocked negative feelings from my childhood. I pinched a nerve in my back this morning (probably as … Continue reading

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Breakthrough in Therapy

I had an interesting B.I.T last week (Breakthrough In Therapy) in which I realized that I sincerely believe that there are people out in the world who not only hate me and who are actively plotting ways to try to … Continue reading

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It’s Official…

Yep, the inevitable has come to pass. I spoke to my mom tonight and found out that the day has finally arrived when every last member of my family has entered therapy. It was only a matter of time, really. … Continue reading

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Enough About Me…

I feel bad for my therapist. Here she is trained to treat normal dysfunction and she has to deal with the aggressive scrutiny of my inner-Tony Soprano. I guess I was just tired of the same old routine. I come … Continue reading

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Why You Gittin’ All Up in My Grill?

I’m avoiding my therapist with excuses about shortages of cash when I’m really just so tired of the whole game. I sit there and talk about my feelings and emoticons towards Person X, and then she looks at me intently … Continue reading

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You Talkin’ To Me?

It seems like I’m getting a lot more respect these days…but geez, I’ve had to really start being a bad ass to get it. I’ve had to find my Inner-Big-Black-Woman, my Inner-Tony-Soprano, AND my Inner-Robert-DeNiro. No more little nice girl. … Continue reading

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It’s Very Weird

Last night my boyfriend told me that his therapist had been at the Santa Monica Pier the same night we were. Um…that’s weird. I can only imagine running into her. Her walking up to us with a glass of wine … Continue reading

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