I once had a therapist who touted that she never used the word "frustrated" because the usage of that word implies your displeasure that things in life are not going your way. And since she accepted that things would not go her way 100% of the time she removed the word "frustrate" and all its variations from her vocabulary.
I wrote this on March 14th, but ultimately decided to wait a while before I shared it with you all. It's definitely emotionally charged and a personal look into my brain, so I wanted to give myself a little space before I talked about it all. That time has passed and now I'm ready to share my experience with March 14, 2019. Maybe you've had an experience of this sort in your own life?
I wrote this WEEKS ago, but never got around to putting it up on the blog. It was dark and sleeting and we were bumping along the highway in a giant truck while pulling a trailer and...I started writing this to help pass the time. But I got suuuuper sleepy, and was yawning, and bleary-eyed, and we were getting major feedback from the empty 20 foot trailer behind us so it was the craziest most random jumble of thoughts in a Word Document. Hopefully its in some semblance of order now. Enjoy.
I always seem to lose it on the therapy couch. There is something about a safe space, a neutral third-party, and a fresh box of tissues that just makes me… tell the truth. I tell the truth with my thoughts, my emotions, and my words. Tell the truth. Tell the truth. Tell the truth. Tell the truth.
Some humans are dissatisfied with their bodies. They pick, poke, and prod areas of their bodies that they deem to be lesser than others areas or lesser compared to an area or body part of another humans. They wish to have attributes of some other human.
"Tilt your head back, please." I tilted. A quick pull and a pop and my nose stud was history. My finally healed piercing was finally ready to receive my brand new rose gold ring (a wonderful present from my sister, by the way). A pinch and a twist later and my piercer had situated the … Continue reading Anxious Bodies