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    You Have a Reason to be Depressed

    You have a most excellent reason. In fact, you probably have a whole lot of excellent reasons. YOU HAVE A REASON TO BE DEPRESSED It doesn’t matter if you’re famous. It doesn’t matter if you’re rich. It doesn’t matter if you’re best pals with Oprah, and you two spend every Sunday in the Seychelles sipping fruit juices. YOU HAVE A REASON TO BE DEPRESSED. There is always a reason for depression. But not in the way you think… The mind is trying to help When you have depression, your mind is trying to help. And it’s going by what it knows. And what the mind knows is what it has…

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    What to do when you’re panicking about all the “suck”

    The other day I was in a serious suck How serious? Tears; “I hate the world”; “I hate myself”; “I hate my life”; “nothing good has ever happened and nothing good will ever happen”. THAT kind of “suck”. I worked with it. And helped myself “out”. Here’s what I did. Music. Obvious? Yes? Cheesy? Absolutely. But calming music always shifts something for me. I go for classical music. (yes…). But any kind of “calming zen-type, mediation-like” music will do. Ask: “does this thought serve me right now“? It’s not that the thought is wrong; it’s just that it’s not helping *right now*. “Can I leave this thought for later?“Know which…

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    Pausing the Memory

    I don’t know what triggered the memory. But suddenly, here it is: the moment I found out that my smart, sensitive boyfriend liked “g*rl on g*rl” stuff. There it was: the disgusting, filthy, vile, repugnant, rotten goo of poison hidden somewhere inside his heart. Disappointment. Eventually they all prove to have this disgusting, filthy, vile, repugnant, rotten goo of poison inside them. Argh. I wanted nothing more to do with him at that point. But of course I didn’t listen, now, did I? Even though it disgusted me. Even though I couldn’t get out of my head how disgusting he was. Even though I had effectively lost all my respect…

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    A Tiny Love Message To Women Who Might Be Hurting

    Something happened the other day. Something involving a possible case of domestic violence. It didn’t involve me in any way. But it triggered old memories all the same. Because, yes… I’ve been in abusive relationships. But I’m not ready to talk about it. Instead, I want to draw your attention to what helped me leave and heal afterwards. Yoga Yes. Yoga. And meditation. 2 yoga teachers, 2 survivors of abuse. First Liz Arch, “How Yoga Saved Me From Domestic Violence” (trigger warning) A tiny voice inside of me, however, would not be silenced. That voice told me that I was worth more and I could walk away. When I found…

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    The Inner World of a Meltdown

    Here’s the thing. A part of me doesn’t want me to post this, because she thinks it’s completely useless. Another part of me thinks it can help someone, and “you never know”. So I’m letting *you* decide. Feel free to let me know if it does help you.   The Story: How I Ended Up In “Meltdown” Remember my guest post for Awesomepreneur? I had to write a bio. And it was… challenging. This is what happened… First: I left it until the last minute. Of course I did. I procrastinated like no other. That said, I was mindful about it: I knew I was postponing working on it because…