Are you looking for therapy in Austin? Yes? In that case, the answer to your question is fairly simple. Pick up a stone, throw it in any direction. Chances are good it may hit a therapist. Why? (Unnecessary sidebar: please don’t actually throw stones at people.) Well, Austin is a pretty great place to live, honestly. Not that I’m biased or anything, of course. But seriously—last I checked, there were more therapists per capita here than in many other major metropolitan cities in Texas. And the Austin therapeutic community is incredibly diverse. For trauma recovery, we have EMDRIA – that’s the EMDR International Association—based in Austin. EMDR...
Read MoreMy computer and I have something of an unhealthy relationship, I realize. Since my at-home office space has been commandeered by other family members, I find myself sitting at the dining room table a lot. My computer hangs out there, a simple, constant reminder of work to be done. Last night I lured by its bright glow from across the room. I ended up sitting in the kitchen googling nothing in particular and found myself on the wrong side of my bedtime with nothing to show for it. If this were a one time thing, I wouldn’t be writing about it. But it’s habitual. And it’s a problem. While I’m not big into resolutions this year, this is one relationship I am...
Read MoreEach of us is a tiny inkwell, full of ink. And every day, we have a chance to write something. It might be a phrase, a love letter, a dirty limerick… Some days, it might be a scrawled expletive, underlined twice, a question, an indecipherable inkblot. We wake up each morning with a certain amount of energy. A certain amount of ink. Some days, we have more. Some days, less. And every day, we write our story. We spend & share our energies in different tasks, among different people. I’m wanting to conserve my energies today, so I’m keeping things short & sweet: Do you like what you’re writing? If not, it’s okay. You can change the quill, the...
Read MoreToday, I make a case for the hour-long lunch. I know, I know. It may seem a far-fetched idea. Bear with me. Midday mental health rituals are not just for the self-employed and otherwise privileged. At work, many of us are pressured to eat at our desks in front of our computers. Others of us eat on the run in the car between errands. If you can manage to get away from the office and go for lunch with colleagues, you may find yourself taking your meal with a heaping helping of work talk. In our worst moments, we may skip a mealtime altogether in a haphazard effort at efficiency and then struggle to apply our starved brains and bodies to an afternoon full of...
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