“I’m sick and tired of you trying to control me,” The hubby snapped soon after he cannonballed into my chair-ouch…my chair! I thought. “He/she/they have no idea…none, about how I’ve got this!” I took my seat too…and mused… and let the lines they surely rehearsed often wind down to their final acts/final scenes. She retorted…
“Could you have possibly poured any more salt in the wounds of our near-death marriage? My wife had already been hounding me about putting some action behind my words, and then you gave her just a little more fuel for the fire in our marriage that’s already about to burn to the ground.” I waited…
“You’re a high stepper, and I’m not. So, it’s easy for you to do this power word thing, and the proclamation stuff, and all those goals…” For a moment, I wasn’t sure whether to jack smack him or laugh. I was working with two very difficult people in my IOP (intense outpatient program). I knew…
“I’ve got my ANT stomping boots on…and I’m ready to stomp ANTs (Automatic Negative Thoughts) and anything else that gets between me and the road less traveled…I’m headed onward and upward! I bought my boots and did what you said…I went dancing and joined in the Cotton Eyed Joe and yelled “BULLSH*T at the top…
“Life is just hard.” “This is all so unjust, so, so, so unfair!” “I can’t see any way forward. It feels like the entrance to a dead-end street!” “The only hope I have left is that this hopelessness will stop pursuing me!” “I’m weary. I’m done. My body is screaming ‘I can’t do this anymore’!”…
“Maybe my wife was right when she said I was brain dead…heart dead. I knew what she meant because I don’t do the romance thing. But now that I’ve listened to the video you sent me by Dr. Andrew Huberman, and have taken the brain health test by Dr. Daniel Amen, she just might be…
“Sometimes I feel like I’m brain dead, or at the very least, my brain is in a thick fog at sea. And I don’t know if it’s because I’ve crossed the 40-year mark, or if it’s due to menopause, or if my brain is just worn down. I’ve been to multiple specialists, and they assured…
“I’ve lost all hope. And… distraught is a weak word to describe what I feel. The thread I’m hanging onto is raveling… and seriously fast! I know that all sounds dramatic, but I can’t seem to find anyone who understands or hears my desperation.” Her tone, her tears, her body language spoke louder than her…
“I have this deep, whiny, pitiful, longing deep within,” my client confessed. It was almost as if he’d memorized it from a movie script. However, he stopped abruptly with a direct order, “Don’t you dare tell my wife any of this!” Before I could assure him of confidentialities he continued with the script. “I’m pretty…
“Why is the pain and misery back? I did all the work in your Surviving to Thriving workshop about 8 years ago. Things went well for a while. But now it’s back. What am I supposed to do? I cannot tell you how much I hate this!” I leaned in with understanding and resisted any…