Ongoing Life...Ongoing Therapy, by Jacqueline DeSelms-Wolfe, MEd

Ongoing Life...Ongoing Therapy, by Jacqueline DeSelms-Wolfe, MEd

I have been in therapy for over 20 years, most have been here at the Estuary. I’m still coming and I now get to write for this place. It is a blessing and a curse. The blessing is that I get to write, something my soul has been longing to do since I was a young child. The curse is that I have to write and now I’m being held accountable. 

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It’s Not a Sprint – It’s a Marathon, by Maureen Doyle, MAT

It’s Not a Sprint – It’s a Marathon, by Maureen Doyle, MAT

When I entered into the divorce process many years ago, I had no idea that the divorce would take a few years. And then, of course, there was co-parenting. It was a stressful time. I was in such uncharted territory that confusion and overwhelm became my constant companion. There was so much that was out of my control, but what I could control was ME.

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Self Care in the Digital Age, by Larkin Oates, MA

Self Care in the Digital Age, by Larkin Oates, MA

Occasionally, managing e-mails and photo storage is overwhelming, and the delusion that I am succeeding at the task evaporates.  During a recent bout editing three storage Clouds, I found Charlotte Kasl’s book, "If the Buddha Got Stuck:  A Handbook for Change on a Spiritual Path."

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Making Lemonade of Life’s Lemons, by Larkin Oates, MA

Making Lemonade of Life’s Lemons, by Larkin Oates, MA

As I travel through plush lemony woods, I trip on life’s lemons just like anyone else. Sometimes it is comically obvious I cannot see the citrus for the forest.

Recently, I have been so overwhelmed, it seems as if part of my brain is offline. I bump into furniture which I normally navigate unharmed, and I feel like I am functioning outside of the normal timeline. I strain to consider my choices in these lemony situations, and yearn to make the proverbial lemonade. However, my juice has no sweetener. I am worn to a nub, as is my partner. Although we are ‘cup half full’ people, our cup has a leak, and I feel our lives rapidly draining out of it.

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