Matter: A poem
I don’t usually write poetry but here is one: The days that hurt the most are… The days when I find myself overindulged in emotion. Stuffed to the brim, crammed…
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The Glory of Working on the Crisis Unit
Friday was a miraculous day on the crisis unit. I came in and first shift updated me on some of the madness on shift. We had a client who lost…
Hugs in Therapy
Today was a day of therapy. I saw K at 1 today. We talked a lot about my different parts. She said she wanted to keep things simple today. She…
Group and My Spirit Animal
Last week in group we did a visualization at the end. We were to imagine ourselves in a forest. And to imagine a guide. I saw a buck. We were…
Another EMDR session
Tuesday I saw H, the therapist who is covered by my insurance. She was nice. She seemed smart. But, I chose not to make a follow-up appointment. I know I…
First Shift on the Crisis Unit
Today was my first shift on the Crisis unit. I was so, so nervous on the drive there. I knew I would just be shadowing today, so not a lot…
Asking for what we need
I had therapy with K yesterday. I was going to tell her that it had to be our last session, that I couldn’t afford anymore. But then, she just said…
Ghosts
Do you believe in ghosts? Yes, I mean the kind that go bump in the night. The specters caught between real and not real, past and present, energy diverted. I…
