Self Care

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. 

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.

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."

Ending the Dysfunctional Gerbil Wheel of Relationships, by Larkin Oates, MA

Ending the Dysfunctional Gerbil Wheel of Relationships, by Larkin Oates, MA

You may exit the ride.

I occasionally wonder why some of us repeatedly date and/or marry the same type of person, despite evident angst within said relationships.

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.