CBT FOR DEPRESSION: How I’ve Changed June 23, 2015 I haven’t been truly depressed for a while. I have sad days and moments of depression, but they pass quickly. I continue to live by the decision to live, but not just for others, but for me. I don’t need to be depressed to write from the […]
This is the second post about my learning outcomes and how I’ve changed following Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) for Depression. When I finished the program I was asked what I LEARNED. And I wrote this out because I find writing the best way to express my ideas in the most coherent way for me. CBT […]
In March I wrote about the fact that I was taking a program – Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) for Depression. This was the second mental health therapy program I’ve taken since I was released from the hospital. It has been a challenge, to say the least. I’ve been writing about metamorphosis lately and that’s where […]
I am trying to write from the heart but my words keep getting tripped up by my mind.
I consider myself lucky 2 have loved & been loved unconditionally. I just wish it had been for a 1,000 years, or more…
My fingers get caught on the strings, my hands and legs are tangled, words stuck in my throat make it hard to breath. I am entering the metamorphosis of my new life. Something has changed for me, or about me, or around me, or maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s the weather. March 20th heralded the first day of […]
The last post I wrote was when I was in crisis. I am through that portion of the journey, with lots of help. I have been in group therapy and continue this route. I am not crazy, but I am more aware of my mental health issues – a propensity toward depression and anxiety. I […]
My first message to friends and family from the hospital October 28, 2014 I have thought about writing but honestly haven’t had time and I’m not sure I can put this into words. I just want to give you a small window into what happened and what is going on. This has nothing to do […]
It started out as a thought Please take care of the cats. It was a mantra that filled my mind, fueled by lack of food and a glass or two of wine. I had been hitting a brick wall for two weeks, trying to analyze my newest grief valley; or at least that’s what I thought it was.
This week I went to Jewish Yom Kippur services. This is the part of the Jewish High Holidays celebration and this particular day is called the Day of Atonement, where we atone for our sins throughout the year and ask ‘God’ for forgiveness for our everyday transgressions – large or small – and promise/vow to do better […]