Once I finally let go of these vacation expectations and let myself just be in my feelings about it, it gave me more space to enjoy the time I *was* having instead of feeling upset that it wasn’t somehow different, better, more polished and Instagram worthy.

Considering that most mammals practice some type of hibernation, doesn’t it make sense that our bodies would feel a natural inclination to do less during the darker winter months also?

If I just came at you with the mental equivalent of an elbow into your sore shoulder blade, you probably would quit therapy right there on the spot…

Feelings, like old laundry, tend to accumulate, weigh us down and clutter up our emotional lives unless we make time and space to sort them.

Guilt is one of those tricky, sticky emotions that can shape our whole outlook on life but with practice it can be effectively managed with self-compassion and strong boundaries.

sometimes I write poems about the therapy process.

…radical self-acceptance can feel new and scary and exciting, like going against every known instinct to uncover something better and freer.