If we as a people had to collectively select a single word to sum up the year 2016, it seems safe to say that we would eventually all land unanimously on the same simple phrase: trashfire. There would be little debate over the matter. Sure, for a while we would discuss whether "trashfire" was technically one word or two, but once we rightly concluded that it is indeed two words, every citizen of the world would shrug their shoulders at precisely the same moment and say, "Meh, whatever. It works."Read More
Do you ever have one of those days in which you are about 99% sure that you are actually an android programmed in a lab, your every decision monitored and controlled by scientific operators?
Me neither.Read More
This morning, I did what I do every Thursday: I went to class. Well, sort of. I sat down in my office chair in my apartment, signed onto a digital learning platform, and waited for the faces of my fellow classmates to appear onscreen. We are students getting our masters in counseling, and twice a week, we gather in a live video conference call to talk about mushy gushy therapy stuff like active listening and countertransference reactions.
On this particular morning, I was prepped to participate in a role play demonstration in which I would act as a client and my partner would act as the counselor. I was nervous to do this because, well, I've been feeling inexpressibly fragile over the past twenty-four hours -- perhaps you have too -- and the idea of "playing" hurt felt a bit too vulnerable for me.
Fortunately, though, the demonstration was cancelled. Instead, our professor started class by giving us space to share our thoughts and feelings regarding the events of the last few days -- the shocking and, for many, frightening result of this presidential election (my words, not my professor's).Read More
This morning, I woke up cursing. The reason: my feet were freezing. In New York, where I live, the powers-that-be recently decided to cancel autumn. Normally, we have a good three weeks in between the hot garbage smells of summer and the horror of winter for crispy-leafed, light jacket weather. This year, however, we blew past that part entirely. (I mean, who even likes fall anyway?) We went summer-to-winter, zero-to-sixty. Hence, my waking up with cold feet. And hence, my waking up cursing.Read More
For the past two weeks, I have been positively shivering with excitement. Do you ever physically shiver when you’re excited, by the way? Is that just me and chihuahuas? Well, whatever. The point is lately I have felt as though I have a hearty dose of adrenaline coursing through my veins.
This sensation has been particularly pronounced ever since I started reading a certain book. It's the kind of book that prompts involuntary verbal declarations of “Whoa," “Really?” and “Ohmuhgah I love this so damn much.” The book is called On Being a Therapist by Jeffrey Kottler, and I’m reading it because, well, I’m in training to become a therapist.Read More