I hear this phrase frequently. It seems to be a catch-all for unanswerable questions that come up in therapeutic settings. It’s also a cop-out used casually by people who don’t want to deal with the issue at hand. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been told, “just let it go!” Wouldn’t it be amazing if it were that easy?
Our rivers and streams are full of anti-depressants that get there through our sewer systems so that animals drink the water (humans drink the water out of our taps in our homes) and the anti-depressants are then transmitted to humans who are not even prescribed but they’re taking them.
I participated in Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing (EMDR) therapy about 2 years ago. Now, I look back and clearly see the anxiety I lived with on a daily basis throughout my life and therefore, how anxiety ruled my life.
There are days when I get very overwhelmed with the past and I never know when I will get struck by an old experience that throws me for a loop. It gets tiresome, to say the least.
I was born into a family of generational trauma and the subsequent continual crisis that goes with it. I can’t remember a time when there wasn’t fear in my life from one traumatic incident after the other. And so went my life, from childhood until my diagnosis of PTSS, anxiety, and depression at the age […]
I knew something was not right with me. But like most victims, I kept it buried deep inside and talked to no one about it. I knew I was too easily swayed into bad situations, but I didn’t know how to stop it. I knew that I didn’t want to treat others the way I had been treated and most of the time, became so wishy-washy and clingy in an attempt ‘make everyone around me feel good’ that people couldn’t stand me.