All Therapists are the Grinch (or at least, I am)

Christmas Eve is here, and it’s that time of the year that sets off all kinds of contemplation that we are adept at otherwise avoiding. The only difference between the Grinch and I is that I’m living vicariously, while overcome by a wave of emotion that I’ve been hiding from all year.

Holding Our Breath – Why Languishing Isn’t an Option

It isn’t easy for us to process our emotions and also keep going.

When we move towards peeling off the layer of ‘I don’t know’ to take a peek at what’s underneath, we are met with significant resistance. Do we really want to find out how we feel? It is underlined with the fear that: ‘If I pause and actually look at how I’m feeling, I’ll break.’

Being Sisyphus – Relapse in Recovery

When I can feel my mental health decline, I think of Sisyphus, the mortal who was cursed to roll a boulder up a hill over and over again. There’s no respite in that – you know when you get to the top that it’ll roll down again. Sometimes, you won’t even make it to the top. Every relapse would make me question all the progress I’d seen myself making over the years.