“I need to be institutionalized. Something is horribly wrong! Is there a place you can get me to and help me while maintaining my dignity? I’m terrified that someone’s going to find me in a corner in a fetal position foaming at the mouth. I’m so, so desperate. Please, please help me!” My heart went…
“After reading all your blogs, my wife thinks that she’s a certified therapist! She says that the reason I don’t care about her feelings (or our kids’ feelings) is that the good part of me is buried under ‘stuff’. She says that the good part of me is this Champion. And the layers are all…
“I hate who I’ve become since my divorce. I never dreamed he’d become such a venomous, unpredictable enemy. Or that I’d become so numb and lost at sea in the dark night of my soul.” I hurt for her, as she paused to slowly and carefully choose her every word. I knew I could help…
“You actually think (a glance away/slight eye roll) that because I’m sick of my life, sick of my job, sick of myself…That somehow YOU believe that means there’s a Champion in me? You’ve got to be kidding me!” I just nodded. He was on a roll (like a steamroller) so I let him talk. “I’m…