Your words have power. Choose them wisely.
Gaslighting, Codependency, and Narcissism ring a bell?How about these:
10 Ways to Tell if You’re Being Gaslighted.
What to Do if You’re Dating a Narcissist.
How to Break the Cycle of Codependency for Good.
These titles are similar to the uncountable articles I see on a weekly basis by writers who have no mental health training whatsoever. Many of these terms (aside from gaslighting, which I’ll talk about later) are used when a therapist is diagnosing a client or as a specific part of treatment (i.e. codependency is a commonly used term in addiction treatment). These are words that any good therapist would never casually drop to a client in a therapy session — unless it was part of the client’s everyday lingo or they had a therapeutic intent for doing so, like offering psychoeducation on what narcissism or codependency is as it relates to the client’s mental health. A therapist would also never (well, they should never) diagnose someone that is not their client (i.e. saying the client’s spouse sounds like a narcissist would be an absolute no, no!).
Being a writer used to feel like a curse, until one traumatic event transformed it into a blessing.
Years ago I tried to give up writing when I realized all of my good work came from heartache and loss. I grew tired of squeezing my bleeding heart onto the page. I got caught up in the quick fix movement, you know, that self-help world where every author has found the key to some semblance of contentment.
I just wanted to be happy like everyone else.
How time and writing and single-parenthood come together on a yoga mat.
My mind put on boxing gloves as it awoke this morning. It knew it was on a time crunch. T-minus a few hours until my daughter would be picked up from her father’s house to spend the weekend with me. When she is with me, I can’t write.
With tight fists, my thoughts jabbed at me as I made my morning coffee. Hurry up and get writing. As I ate my cereal my mind gave me a little air punch to the gut. My bowl of cereal left me feeling hungry. Yet I dare not waste time eating more. Hurry up and get writing. The threat of a fight with my mind sent a shiver down my spine.
Motherhood requires your full attention. Being a writer does too. Can writing and motherhood co-exist in a healthy way?
I think about writing all day.
As soon as I wake up and start scooping coffee into the filter, (Oh my that’s a sacred moment! The aroma! The sound!) the ideas start pouring in.
My deep in thought self suddenly hears a faint, then not so faint, “Mommy, can you come to the bathroom with me?” My 8-year-old doesn’t like to pee alone. My idea trance has ended. That writer bubble has been burst. My un-caffeinated body stumbles toward that little girl voice, “Yes honey, on my way.”
Soul Writer. Single Mama. Life ponderer. Nature Lover. Therapist. Introvert. HSP & Empath. Life is my playground and each day a blank canvas.