Category: mental health
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Friendship Is . . .
During my therapy appointment this past week, my therapist reiterated the importance of friendship. I will not get into the details of that conversation here other than to say that I am thankful for friendship . . . and for taking her advice all those years ago to let others in – conscientiously – those…
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From One Dork to Another
Last night, instead of witnessing the devastating loss of my beloved Houston Astros, a friend and I enjoyed a night of worship with Casting Crowns, one of my favorite bands – second only to Bon Jovi. Casting Crowns is the only other band I will make an effort to go see anytime they are in…
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About a Book
The title of the book intrigued me. It reminded me of something a therapist once told me in response to a statement I made during one of the most tumultuous events of my life. “I feel like I’m the one going crazy,” I confessed. “What you are feeling is perfectly normal for a perfectly abnormal…
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In One Breath
I haven’t written in quite a while. I’m not sure if I have had nothing worthwhile on my mind to write or if I had too much. In addition to the global crises causing people to speculate about the end of the world or World War III, I have been dealing with my own homestead…
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Renee-Fusion
Working in a hospital on a holiday can be quite boring because the census is usually down which means fewer patients to visit. It even means fewer food options in the cafeteria. So, on Labor Day, armed with my cup of ice water, I took a break in my usual late afternoon darkened corner of…
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My Left Hook
When not even Bon Jovi can calm my nerves, it is time to dig a little deeper into my why . . . Three hours into my shift (as a hospital chaplain), two of my long-term patients died, one had an unexpected brain bleed (and would soon die), and another finally got discharged home two…
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Triggers
Triggers. We don’t always know what is going to set us off – that song, a smell, one word, a photo, a date on a calendar. I laughed to myself as I walk/jogged through the neighborhood this morning. Every song on my 80s hairband Spotify playlist were slow love songs. “Following my body fatigue and…
TRA.Perspective 