All children have their quirks, but in my son’s case, much of his life is filled with riddles. Riddles we try to solve, together, so that both him and the world around him become less puzzling.
Breaking bad habits isn’t easy, it’s actually much harder than building new habits. Our brains don’t like change very much, but there are some ways in which we can trick it. Here are a few steps you can take…
As a parent, you run into a million challenges and questions by the time your child turns one. Whether or how much to push them on certain things is one of those questions I struggle with on a daily basis.
As the sun rises again, as the air gets warmer and the birds start chirping, I see how Spring has slowly unfurled itself over the frozen ground. Up pop the snowdrops, the crocuses. Out come the first blossoms. And on the ground I notice a dandelion, showing me that all my wishes are still there, intact, waiting for me to spring back to life and act.
I’ve been taking medication for my ADHD for about a month now (if I don’t forget, oh the irony!) By now, I’ve learned quite a bit already about what it can and can’t do for me. It’s a helpful tool, but it’s not the fix-all for all my symptoms.
When we go through an emotional process, it can be incredibly transforming and feel like we’ll never go back to life as it was before. Yet a few weeks later, those old patterns start popping up again and after a few months it seems nothing has changed. How do you get transformation to stick? Through integration…
Do you find yourself buying stuff that just looks fantastic in the moment but loses its shine ones you bring it home? I get that impulse, but I’ve also found ways in my life to deal with it.
We sometimes wish we didn’t feel the way we did, because it is painful, or because we feel that our feelings are inappropriate, that they are wrong. But is that even possible? Are some feelings ‘wrong’ to have?
An intense session at the therapist’s office lead me to a walk in the central cemetery of Bruges, the oldest one in the country. Here’s where my eyes and mind went in the mean time…
For a few months during the depth of my depression, I held on to Dawson’s Creek like a bit of a lifeline. It helped me get through some things in a way I had not expected. Here’s how.