Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall; Am I Narcissistic? Regardless of how the inner child shows up, it wants what all children want: a feeling of safety, belonging, acknowledgement, and love. Children need to express themselves, and to explore the world around them with freedom and knowing that they are secure. All children are innately self-centered… Continue reading Ending Narcissistic Traits and Patterns by Healing the Inner Child
We’re not entitled to people. Their time, attention, company, money. But so often we feel entitled to those things. If a friend or family member makes more money than we do, we feel entitled to being treated by them or loans from them. If it looks like someone has free time, we feel entitled… Continue reading For those who secretly collect debts against their friends…
Last Friday (Good Friday in the U.S.), I had the privilege of marrying a man whose presence has really deepened my understanding of what it means to love myself. That might not have been the sentence you were expecting. You might have expected me to talk about how amazing he is, how he's my soul… Continue reading Love & Marriage: A deeper commitment to loving myself.
No longer squeezing water from dry sponges and crying about being thirsty.
People reject the unfamiliar even if it’s good for them.
Start telling yourself a new story.
Feelings are just pointing to spaces asking (and sometimes begging) for attention.
I feel lonely around most people, but not in nature. In nature I’m in the presence of a true friend.
During my 4th and final psychiatric hospitalization, I remember lying in my hospital room crying uncontrollably. The blood-stained bandage over my left forearm hid a self-inflicted wound; a message carved with a blade reading "LIFE SUCKS." I was 17 years old and struggling with Major Depression, anxiety, and passive suicidal ideations. By then I had… Continue reading Depressed, But Not Broken
I was getting ready for work one morning when my daughter came into my room and sat on the edge of the bed. She should have already left for school, but from the corner of my eye I could see that she was still in pajamas. Attempting to stifle my frustration, I turned to ask… Continue reading For Fathers Who Couldn’t Love Us Because They Didn’t Love Themselves