The Comparison Carousel π The first time Brooke sat in my office, she had the look I’ve seen hundreds of times over my twenty years as a therapist β that painful mix of embarrassment and desperation. “I know this sounds […]
Therapy Confessions: When Rejection Becomes Your Identity
Last Tuesday, I found myself watching a woman methodically shred a tissue into confetti while describing, in excruciating detail, how she’d spent four hours analyzing text messages from a man who had explicitly told her he wasn’t interested. This wasn’t […]
Therapy Confessions: Juggling Hearts and Landmines
Julian walked into my office that day looking like someone who’d been hit by an emotional freight train. He hadn’t slept. His hair was doing that thing where it couldn’t decide if it wanted to be styled or just give […]
Therapy Confessions: The Problem with Squirrelling Away Your Joy
I once watched a woman in Central Park meticulously counting out exact change for a hot dog vendor while a line formed behind her. The vendor kept insisting “it’s fine, lady” but she wouldn’t budge until she’d counted every nickel. […]
Therapy Confessions: The Locked Out Dilemma
I once sat across from a woman who was beautifully put together on the outside β manicured nails, not a hair out of place β while her emotional interior resembled my apartment the time my blender exploded without the lid […]
Therapy Confessions: The Moving Target
Last week, I watched a couple argue about a toilet seat for 20 minutes in my office before I realized they weren’t actually fighting about bathroom etiquette but about something much deeper. That’s the thing about relationships β what appears […]
Reflecting on My Father’s Absence on Father’s Day
πΒ He sat on the edge of his bed. The screen of his phone flashed with happy posts, smiling fathers with their kids, and captions of gratitude. He scrolled, his thumb moving mechanically, his chest tightening with each image. A […]
I’m Haunted by My Father Wound: How I’m Learning to Rewrite the Script.
The man stood in his kitchen, staring at the phone call that needed to be made. Father’s Day again. π He remembered how it had been last year – the hollow conversation, the familiar disappointment, the way his chest tightened […]
“Men: Stop Competing, Find Love – (and a Few Other Things You Might Not Be Expecting)”
The fight started over a video game. She watched him play for ten minutes, made one comment about how another guy seemed better at it, and suddenly they were in their worst argument in months. He couldn’t explain why it […]
