adulting

Thirteen Pounds of Fucking Bullshit

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About a decade ago, my stepdad-who’s-no-longer-technically-my-stepdad-but-whose-side-I-took-after-the-divorce gave me a copy of Richard Carlson’s “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff… and it’s all Small Stuff”. While I’ve started it several times throughout the years, it’s largely remained in the pile of bathroom reading material (along with more than one book about cats). Still, there was a lesson that […]

Trains, Pains, and Dysfunctional Brains

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“It’s like I’m some sort of adrenaline junkie who gets off on emotional masochism.” Upon coming to this realization with Therapist #2 (of 7, going on 8, now), I was met with the clinical “you have to get sick and tired of getting sick and tired. You have to get tired of playing chicken with […]