Therapy has done me good. Off and on ever since I was 14, I’ve seen a couple therapists for a couple of years at a time each. They’ve helped me through family craziness, adjusting to college, adjusting to life after college, a boss possessed by Satan, and bouts of depression and anxiety.
Therapy isn’t about “solving” problems; it’s about learning ways to cope with them. It’s a credit to my most recent therapist that the few problems in my life feel manageable. In extraordinary circumstances I’ll feel anxious or depressed, but I’m proud to say that I’ve been living my life better than ever. So much so, in fact, that I’m not sure that I’m getting much out of therapy anymore. It feels less like an essential part of mental healthcare and more like a relationship I’ve been maintaining (and let’s be honest, paying for) out of guilt and habit.
So I decided to cut the cord. And my therapist … well, she didn’t take it so well. It felt like a breakup. Here are the five stages you can expect your therapist to go through when you’ve quit their services: Keep reading »
If there’s an upside to spending most of your life in abject poverty and soul-sucking alcoholism, it’s that you become an expert in shit-handling. Many of you out there can testify that it doesn’t make you panic any less when personal disasters do pop up, but it seems like the more frequently you fall into a sewer, the more skilled you become at battling the turtles that reside within.
But no matter how skilled we get at handling a good old-fashioned clusterfuck, there are still some basic reminders that we could all use when we’re right in the thick of it. Read more at Cracked…
I can’t say that it was ever my concrete intent to eschew college altogether, but by the time I graduated high school by the skin of my teeth (yet with inexplicable honors in Astronomy), disillusioned and perpetually anxiety-ridden, I knew with all certainty that I didn’t want to see the inside of a classroom again for as long as I could possibly manage. A gap year would suffice, I concluded, and my parents agreed. I would get an internship, do something productive with my time off, but I’d be able to clear my head, recalibrate, take better care of myself (something I’d long neglected), put some effort into figuring out what I really wanted to do with my life and career path before I invested tens of thousands of dollars of my parents’ money in something I was not certain about and would likely dislike with vehemence and not wish to participate in within a matter of weeks or months, as I had in the past with: karate, horseback riding, the violin, classes in art and screenwriting, and a handful of other hobbies and activities that I have either forgotten or conveniently blocked out. This was the logical reasoning behind my decision. Keep reading »
Once you hit your 20s, there’s a reason “Girls” becomes your favorite show. It’s as if you were waiting in line for the quarter-life crisis you heard about and got called sooner than expected. All of a sudden you’re trying to get your life together while juggling things like a career and dating (when really all you want to do is travel the world before, quite frankly, you’re too old). The next time you feel confused about where your life is headed, pick up a quarter-life crisis book guaranteed to lift your spirits and click through these hilarious GIFs. Above all else, know that just about everyone else your age is going through the same thing and that one day soon you’ll laugh about it — from your throne, of course, where you rule the world. Read more at Tres Sugar…