Here is a tale as old as time, from the pages of the New York Times. A mid-thirtes woman is in therapy. She is in therapy to discuss a variety of issues, from career concerns to personal things, and her therapist, a kind and benevolent man, helps her through these issues, because that is his job,… More »
She goes on and on and on and on… More »
My parents have a story about me they like to tell. When I was in third grade my mom picked me up from school on a beautiful spring day, and suggested we hang out in Central Park and enjoy the warmth. I responded, “Is there a place in the park to do my homework?” My… More »
Before I started marathon training, I almost never thought about my feet. Why would I, right? They’re all the way down there, on the ground. Never mind the fact that most of the jobs I’ve had in my life have required my feet to bear the weight of my body for eight-to-ten hours at a… More »
I’m happy to report that I went to my first successful therapy session this week. When I walked into Lauren’s cozy New York City office, I felt immediately at home. Her couch was draped with one of those super-soft, faux fur blankets that’s just begging you to get naked and roll around in (I didn’t,… More »
It’s been a few years since I’ve seen a therapist, but with the new year comes new self-discovery. Just last week, I bit my ring fingernail down to a three-centimeter stub and decided it would probably be in my best interest (and my fingernails’ best interest) to tackle some of the anxiety I’ve been having… More »
Some of the feedback I get online is that I’m “too angry.” When people tell me I’m “too angry” in my writing, my immediate thought is somewhere along the lines of “HA HA HA HA HA HA YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA.”
That’s because I know what “too angry” actually looks and feels like. More »
I am therapy’s biggest champion. I’ve been seeing my therapist for … oh, nine years now? Dr. A is my longest term relationship, outside of my family. I credit her for helping me overcome so many of my issues, learning to forgive, and getting me through some truly heartbreaking times. And therapy isn’t just for… More »
Every day, we’re bombarded with so many ideas about who we should be and how to look and act that we often lose sight of who we truly are. We all struggle with self-acceptance every once in a while, and need to remind ourselves to love who we’ve become. New York-based Creative Arts Therapist Mallory… More »
On Saturday night, I learned that someone very important to me died last week. Deb Powell Simons was my therapist throughout my teen years and early 20s. I had known she had been sick many years ago; learning of her death came as a complete shock. She leaves behind a husband and four young children. More »
Patrick, a 430-pound gorilla, is being shipped off from the Dallas Zoo because he is in dire need of therapy. Because of his inability to get along with the other gorillas (especially the ladies), Patrick will be moving to the Riverbanks Zoo and Gardens in Columbia, South Carolina, a zoo specializing in working with animals… More »
Soldiers returning from combat get diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. So do people who live in violent war zones. And, apparently, models. At least according to former model Jennifer Sky, who says her years as teen model led to panic attacks and an anxiety disorder.
Sky started her modeling career young — at… More »
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… More »
“Go to therapy. Clean up all of the shit. Clean up all of the toxins and the noise. Understand who you are. Educate yourself on the self. You can undo a lot of things. If you’re not happy, you can become happy. Happiness is a choice. That’s the thing I really feel. Like with friends… More »
“What do YOU think?” That’s the number one phrase I hear in therapy over and over — usually because I’m asking my therapist for her opinion about some shit that is going down. But as those of us in therapy know, a therapist is not there to give advice or to tell you how to… More »
If you’ve ever been depressed or if you’re currently depressed or are wondering if you’re possibly depressed, walk — no run! — to the blog Hyperbole & A Half, where blogger Allie deftly, and sometimes hilariously, chronicles what it’s like to live with depression. In a new entry, posted today, Allie explains how depression can… More »
Fighting cancer is difficult for anyone, but especially for people who lead particularly active lives before their diagnoses. John Wilson was an avid hiker, biker and basketball player before being diagnosed with Epithelioid sarcoma in 2006. A rare and aggressive soft tissue cancer, treatment required that Wilson’s left leg be amputated. Undaunted, within months, Wilson… More »
I work from home, so I spend a lot of time alone. Eight hours a day, actually, and often more than that. I miss having coworkers (especially because my Frisky coworkers are so freakin’ awesome), but my ADD makes it really hard to get anything–especially writing–done anywhere other than a totally controlled, calm environment. When… More »
In this weekend’s New York Times, clinical psychiatrist Richard A. Friedman grapples with the question: should therapists play matchmaker for their patients? The answer he arrives at is no: “Looking to your therapist to set up a date is as ill-advised as it is to look to Match.com for help with depression or an eating… More »
I consider myself a fairly patient person. I grew up in a house with four siblings and three pets—I can put up with a lot. But if you want to set my foot tapping and my eyes rolling, just start complaining about your life.
Recently, for example, I caught up with an old… More »