A year ago I was home from work for the first time, not knowing that I wouldn’t be going back for the next foreseeable future. I went into a darkness I hadn’t seen since my early twenties, but slowly climbed back out. Here’s how.
We all have graves in our yards of things we buried long ago, things we don’t want to see or know. Sometimes, we even forget they are there. But knowing our shadow, and taking the time to look at it, is vitally important.
For a long time, I stayed away from any news mostly because I didn’t want it to negatively impact my mental health. But there’s a downside to that, which I discuss in this post.
In any interaction, there is more than one party, and every party has their influence. In romantic relationships this is even more the case, yet we are often blinded by what we contribute to the funk we may get into at times…
The last week, it almost seems as if life is coming to a stand-still. Should I be worried? Should I do something about it? These are some questions I explore in this post.
As we get older, we often run into the same issues over and over again, and find ourselves faced with pain we don’t think will ever go away. And you know what? That’s okay.
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.
Stormy weather has a way of pushing the pause button: schools close, we stay inside and keep windows and doors shut. How does our behaviour during an actual storm match what we do during a figurative storm? And what happens after?