I’ve been keeping my eye on inflammation. As I age and my body changes, I need to adapt what I am doing. Inflammation was an issue for me until I started eating vegan and my hip pain went away. Yoga has helped too. At least one doctor believes there is a connection between mental health… Continue reading Psycholobites: Smoothies
Let’s talk about depression for a minute here. I know, it’s difficult to imagine being depressed when something this delicious-looking is right in front of you, but it is. For a long time, I ate super-dark chocolate for breakfast. Then in poking around the internet about dysthymia, I came across something that said that those… Continue reading Psycholobites: Avocado Chocolate Mousse
My ex wrote a list at the end of our marriage, a list of conditions for staying married to him. In order to stay married to him, I had to comply with “100 percent” of the list. When I told him I would, he contemptuously told me that wasn’t good enough. As I’m in a creative… Continue reading The List
There is a psychological term called “perspecticide” It’s defined as “the abuse-related incapacity to know what you know.” If you grew up in a home filled with shame and abuse, criticism and judgment, your perspective is going to be something you have to work hard to shape and find. Most of my healing work has… Continue reading From Betrayed to Bitch
What the hell is a “Psycholobitch”?, you might ask. Our mission is about becoming strong and not letting our experiences define us as victims. We have been through some major shit in our lives, shit that left us breathless, totally fucked, and saying, “what the hell???” through our tears and pain. It is a play… Continue reading Huh? Why Psycholobitch?
I’m inspired by my colleague’s description of breaking up on fuck it mountain. Having spent quite a bit of time on that mountain, I’m somewhere in between the last 2 stages. Being familiar with other models demonstrating stages of grief, this is my favorite. Fuck It Mountain offers a metaphor for the healing process and frankly I think it is… Continue reading Life After A Fucktard