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Soap: Occasionally I’ll get the sudden powerful urge to grab a raccoon off the street and shove it into my bag, but apart from that everything’s fine.
Therapist: …
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Therapy Sessions Pt. III
This one deserves some explaining. Me and @/damon_baker were inspired to do something Slavic themed after watching the amazing Cold War (2018) by Pawel Pawlikowski. Trying to capture the eastern european melancholy is pretty hard, but I think we did a solid job.
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Two days of happiness...
Two days of euphoria and hope...
Two days, of thinking that this depressive episode is finally coming to an end...
Why? Because I had such a good therapy session...
Finally my therapist asked me to get diagnosed for ADHD...
I felt so validated... I felt seen... I felt understood...
After all this time that I'm reading books over books about ADHD and autism to finally get answers and a grasp of understanding for myself...
But hope and happiness are such fragile feelings...
And again I'm sitting here in my own darkness, wondering how I ever felt hope...
But I will not give up... Perhaps there is really a chance to be understood, to not feel alone.
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i have no idea how to process all of this in the most beautiful way 💕
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Unlocking the Power of Shamanistic Healing: A Journey Towards Personal Wellness
Shamanistic healing is often portrayed as a mystical encounter between a shaman and a patient, but a deeper exploration reveals a rich tapestry of dynamics that can transform the healing journey. In “Shamanism and its Discontents” by Michael F. Brown, we delve into the fascinating world of shamanism among the Aguaruna Jivaro of Peru, offering insights that resonate with those seeking healing,…
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Why isn't therapy working for you? Or does counselling actually work? I get these questions a lot. The truth is therapy is not a one size fit all, and there are many types of therapy from CBT to DBT to Parts Work to EMDR and so many more. Furthermore, there are therapists and counselors who specialize in different items you may have experienced or are suffering with. And so if you find yourself asking does therapy work or why therapy isn't working for you or does therapy actually work, the truth is you may need to change your approach to therapy. In this video I'll talk about the 5 reasons therapy may not be working for you.
What you will learn from this video: The significance of the therapeutic relationship in therapy effectiveness. The importance of honesty and authentic dialogue in therapy sessions. The necessity of actively engaging in the therapeutic process outside of sessions. Understanding and aligning personal goals with the purpose of therapy. Recognizing and addressing internal resistance to change in therapy.
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“Other day my girl just asked me why I’m not affectionate? Shit growing up my mom ain’t give me hugs and she my everything…”
Felt that…
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Therapy Sessions, File 1 - The strange case of the Mad Hatter (Intermission)
Fandom: Batman
Characters: Jonathan Crane, Jervis Tetch, Edward Nygma, Lazlo Valentin, Hugo Strange
Relationship: ?
Genre: Horror
Word Length: 3.175
Warnings: Disturbing subjects, Gore in later chapters
Status: 2/10
Short Summary: The road to madness is shorter than people think. Especially, when a doctor isn’t what he seems to be. Follow Jonathan on his way of becoming Scarecrow and slowly corrupting the minds of his patients, creating new threats for Gotham in the process.
The bony fingers slid over the overfilled pages, occasionally smearing blue ink across the yellowish paper. Line after line opened up a horrifying glimpse of a lost soul begging for salvation while not quite knowing what that salvation could look like. Jonathan took a long sip of his warm coffee and pushed his bulky glasses a little further up his crooked nose. The psychiatrist sighed heavily. Jervis case would sooner or later drive him out of his own mind. His patient's statements were so incredibly contradictory and straight up confusing. A mess that was extremely hard to understand. The gaunt man sat back in his office chair and massaged his aching forehead.
Jervis fluctuated between two extreme states over the past months. The first was a pervasive depression that proved resistant to medication and behavioural therapy. It was practically impossible to break through the typical black and white thinking with radical logic. At this point, Jonathan could no longer really determine whether the Mad Hatter was actually suicidal – there were some minor indications that this was probably the case, but he had no solid evidence for this suspicion. The second condition worried the psychiatrist a lot more anyway: a negative, dangerous mania state. During these weeks, Jervis was irritable, often violent, sexually frustrated, and lost all connection with socially compliant behaviour. A classic picture of a bipolar disorder.
The psychiatrist drained his coffee mug quickly. How did all the hallucinations fit into this complicated puzzle named Jervis Tetch? Jonathan stared at the ceiling of his office and watched the lightbulb flicker with tired eyes. Schizophrenia or a pronounced bipolar disorder with hallucinations at the peaks of a mania episode? The gaunt man yawned softly. He's been chasing this answer for several months now with little to no success. He had almost run completely out of new therapeutic approach with the Mad Hatter. After pondering for a while, the psychiatrist let go of his doubts and took his mug into the small kitchen of his apartment, where he washed the stained porcelain with skilful hands.
Jonathan crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked grimly out into the courtyard of the grey apartment complex. His other colleagues were rarely of any help to him in the difficult cases, and hardly anyone was as trained as he was in the treatment of severe mood disorders. The brown haired man clenched his teeth tightly. His name practically spearheaded a new generation of young psychologists and psychiatrists who wanted to specialize in this field and seek an alternative approach to treatment—far from needless electroshocks, perpetual confinement, and dangerous lobotomies. Failing at Jervis case wasn't a viable option for the hope of the whole faculty of psychology, not only in Gotham City.
The gaunt man frowned and stroked his three-day beard. Maybe it was time to call an old college friend with whom Jonathan didn't always agree back at university, but who was at least as progressive in finding solutions as he was. The psychiatrist sat down at the kitchen table and looked for the number in the old phone book he had written himself three years ago, turning the dial of his phone in the desired order. How high was the chance that he would actually pick up the call and not a total stranger? Tons of people moved a lot in and around Gotham City, leaving their old numbers in the former apartment. The brown-haired man stared out the window while he waited, surveying the dreary sight of the partially dilapidated apartments in his neighbourhood. After a few seconds, a familiar melodic voice came on the other end of the line: "Psychology group practice Caspian and Strange, you are right now speaking to Dr. Strange."
Jackpot. The gaunt man smiled a little and replied calmly: "Not so formal, Hugo. This is Jonathan Crane.” A surprised sound came from the phone, followed by an amused laugh. "Jonathan," said the Doctor quietly, "what a pleasant surprise. We haven't spoken to each other in over - let me check my calendar – two years now. How can I help you? You usually avoid contact with the outside world and prefer to devote yourself to your specialist books, so your call must have an important reason.” The doctor addressed chuckled softly into the receiver. On one hand he wanted to vehemently contradict his colleague, but on the other they both knew that Hugo was right with this statement.
The psychiatrist cleared his throat a bit and replied calmly: "I need your help with an objective assessment of one of my long-term patients. To be honest, I’m stuck with him for a while now." Hugo remained silent for a moment, but then asked audibly curious: "In a personal inspection or solely based on your files?" The brown-haired man stroked his beard again. His colleague was a brilliant humanities scientist, but many volunteer patients described him as uncomfortable and callous. The fact that Hugo exclusively conducted assessments of sex offenders and serial killers for the district attorney's office in Gotham City underscored this assumption. The psychiatrist didn't want to know what his college friend had already had to listen to in his career as a psychologist from insane criminals.
Jonathan finally replied hesitantly: "According to the documents alone. I don't think he would speak honestly in your presence.” There was a lengthy pause between the doctors. No humanities scholar was probably particularly satisfied with this answer. Psychologists in particular usually need the visual impression of a patient in order to be able to confirm a suspicion and finally make an appropriate assessment. After a while Hugo spoke calmly: "If it helps you, I'll be happy to take a look at the documents. How soon do you need a result?” “As soon as you can, Hugo,” the gaunt man replied, drawing smaller circles in the smeared phone book.
The receiver rustled suspiciously. There was a soft click of a ballpoint pen and his friend replied quietly: "I can come over tonight if it suits you, but you would have to make a small selection for me regarding the documents you have written. I don't think I can satisfactorily review a long-standing case in a matter of hours if I have to dwell on a bunch of trivia in your documentation. What was your address again?” The psychiatrist gave his current address and casually checked his watch. It was already late in the afternoon. Not much time to sort through a pile of papers by importance, but he didn't want to miss this great opportunity.
Jonathan spoke calmly: "Thanks Hugo. Perhaps your assessment will actually help me in the treatment of my patient." The doctor addressed laughed reluctantly and answered clearly amused: "I can't promise you that, but of course I'll try. See you later Jonathan.” “See you later Hugo.” The psychiatrist put down the receiver with a small smile and immediately went to his file room. The next few hours would be long, but it was for a good cause.
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In a little silence
In a little peace
Took a little time to
Find a piece of me...
Just Breathe - David Archuleta
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Self Para | Therapy Sessions.
Melissa Lin, the formidable woman who very rarely, if ever, thought about stepping away, thought about in that very moment. Every step was a struggle, as if the weight of the world lay on her shoulders, dragging her down even when she refused to give up, feet clad in high feels. Her therapist, Carla’s words, echoed in her mind, taunting her.
‘‘Have you ever thought that maybe the shooting did more damage than you’re willing to admit to yourself?’‘ Carla asked.
The shooting had indeed left its mark, etching scars that went far deeper than any physical wound. But those thoughts and feelings pertained strictly to the room in which she’d finally began to speak seven months in. She’d flown Carla over to Launceston in hopes that she could get a semblance of peace.
She found none. Sleep evaded her.
The memory of that day resurfaced vividly. The sound of gunfire, and the searing pain that had coursed through her body. It was a nightmare she couldn't escape, no matter how hard she tried. Vidal's face haunted her, his familiar features her comfort before she faded into darkness.
Carla’s voice broke through, pulling her back. "How does it feel to be feel so boxed in, Melissa?" The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Melissa's gaze hardened. She was known for being hot and cold, sometimes unpredictably.
"It doesn't feel like being boxed in," she said, her voice laced with defiance. "It feels like torture. I know what sleep deprivation does to a person, I--- I know it’s getting to me." She knew because she was aware that Johnathan had inflicted such torture on their enemies from time to time.
Carla’s pen halted mid-sentence, surprise flickering across her face. Melissa continued, her words pouring forth with a newfound strength, yet poised and graceful; always speaking as if it was a summit and a thousand people were watching. "I've faced death, stared it in the face and thought that it was, it was the end,"
A flicker of understanding passed between them, a connection forged in the fires of resilience. Melissa took a deep breath, nostrils flaring, feeling the weight of her experiences settle upon her shoulders like a mantle of power. She had endured, survived, but something felt like it died that day; a part of her never came back with her.
"You've come a long way, Melissa," she said softly. "It takes courage to face your demons head-on and refuse to let them control you."
Melissa all but rolled her eyes. She loved praise, but only when she wanted it. "Courage isn't the absence of fear; it's the will to keep moving forward despite it."
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THIEVES-THERAPY SESSIONS
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My garden
my room, every drawer, every book, every tab in my browser, my photo albums, my journal. they're all part of my inner world, and as part of my inner world, they are private, only for me to share. when i let you in, you are an honored guest. when i let you in, you should feel exclusive. nobody accesses here without an invitation, and when you come in, you might or not stay for the night, but i eventually close the windows again, and the curtains are back on display. black-out as i like them.
i dive into my world alone. i do enjoy the company, especially from respectful guests. still, this place is my garden. every sheet, every pillow I've ever cried on or kissed pretending they're somebody special. every change of script in specific memories to comfort me from a painful conversation, my blanket holding my boogers from every heartbreak, they ask for my attention. they ask me to water them, to show love and presence.
when i leave for long, i come back, and they're dry, the dust all over the leaves. and i feel guilty for being so reckless, for abandoning my private space.
when i stay, and my garden has flourished again, everything retakes shape and form, and you can feel the love. i feel proud but disconnected, the details have glitches, and I can't lie to myself. i leave, and nobody recognizes me outside. i've been gone for too long. i feel guilty again, but this time is for abandoning myself outside my garden.
my room. my garden. my mind. my garden.
when someone i despise points out my lack of presence, i grow large and defensive, sending myself back to my garden. they don't know the treasure they're missing. they're jealous of my attention. when someone i love points out my lack of presence, i feel guilty and try to reassure them of my company by taking care of them, but then i become resentful and send myself back to my garden.
how dare they make me feel guilty for my interests?
why do they make me feel guilty for choosing where to display my appreciation?
what's wrong with the way i nurture myself?
while these questions run around my mind, i look around. all of the pieces in my garden start to stink, and every bright color turns opaque, no appeal, no glossiness.
my garden mirrors my mood. i feel betrayed by my own space.
how dare my garden turn on me? to have thunderstorms where there were showers of cherry blossoms. wet mud over benches. no place to receive comfort.
holding on to the need to defend myself, i hurt those who knocked on my door while i’m desperately trying to protect what’s behind it.
i hurt myself, and i hurt my garden too.
everyone feels my lack of presence, and I disappear out of shame. i hurt myself by ripping myself out of my private space, mistaking guests for intruders, making myself choose from what side of the door i should be in, making me choose at all, and feeling chased inside my garden but not enough outside of it. not knowing when to draw the line, and again, from which side of the door should i do that.
i feel beloved for my inner world but also guilty for having one.
my garden can be as welcoming as deceiving. whenever i choose it above everything else, every fruit has an expiration date. and whenever i decide to be outside of it, i'm not myself.
no inspiration, no sense of feeling.
either way, my presence radiates my dissatisfaction. just a piece of both might make me immortal. only the idea of having a bit of both sends me back to my private space, where i get to water the what-ifs of my happiness.
i whispered to myself:
your greatest gift is not your capacity for your inner world, it is the capacity you hold to nurture what you love, just like you water your garden. always take care of it and give yourself the first bite of that fruition. when others recognize this within you, they might not be able to help themselves. but don’t create fences for your garden, just trust yourself to be the guardian of your roots.
To read the entry related to this poem, visit "The guilt from disconnecting"
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Anxiety is a prevalent mental health issue affecting millions of individuals worldwide. We understand the complexities surrounding anxiety and offer comprehensive behavioral health care services in Maryland to address these concerns effectively. Anxiety disorders can manifest in various forms, including generalized anxiety disorder (GAD), panic disorder, social anxiety disorder, and specific phobias. These conditions can significantly impact an individual’s daily life, making it crucial to seek professional help.
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Mental health therapy in New Jersey plays a crucial role in supporting individuals facing various mental health challenges. However, identifying the early signs of these issues is equally important for timely intervention and effective treatment. Often, subtle changes in behavior or mood can signal underlying mental health concerns. It’s essential to pay attention to these signs and seek professional help when needed. Some early signs to watch out for include:
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In our everyday lives, communication plays a large factor, as it is our way of conveying our feelings, thoughts, and opinions to another person. As important as it is, sadly, there are circumstances that can make communication a great challenge. For those who are affected, there is no more need to worry, as we, Shalom Home Health Services, are here to help.
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Feeling anxious about starting therapy? Don't worry, you're not alone! This video is your ultimate guide to preparing for your first appointment and setting yourself up for success. Whether you're new to therapy or looking for therapy tips, or how to find a therapist or psychologist - this video I will talk you through the things to do before you start therapy. Also, I hear a lot that therapy or psychologists don't work for people, it is likely you may not have the right therapist or psychologist, or your essentially approaching it wrong. Were there any things you did wrong in your therapy journey? Anything that you learned that would be helpful for our viewers? Leave your feedback or tips in the comments!
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