Healing

My journey of experiencing rock-bottom stress and depression, only to rediscover my heart, my light, and my purpose. It’s December 21, 2022. Winter solstice arrives at the perfect time as I prepare to close down business operations for the rest of the year. …

You don’t have to be a psychologist to know how inspiring music is; it feeds the soul; over this there can be no controversy. But as a psychologist, I am always curious about what music does for mental health, its impact on our emotions and states of well- being to…

When two worlds of wounds collide there is magic and mayhem: A thrill ride, a hall of mirrors, that distorts as much as it reveals. The holes in each of us expand and contract. In the hope they are openings that may close when the love that widens the heart…

Rebuilding myself and my life one Peloton class at a time — There are two types of people in the world: those who have a Peloton and never shut up about it, and those who don’t and wish we would. I am the former. I do not believe it’s a coincidence that I found the strength, the fortitude, to begin putting myself…

As a teen, we have been pressured to achieve so many things in various ways (e.g., being physically attractive, intelligent, having an amazing personality, wealthy, talented, etc). This pressure could probably root in your society or environment’s expectations of you, or even perhaps you’ve put pressure on yourself. Sometimes, it’s…

People often describe their wedding day as one of the happiest days of their lives. Or at least view the decision to marry as one of the best they ever make. I, unfortunately, am not one of those people. There is a moment that is crystallized in my mind. It…

Isn’t it funny that the chair I’m sitting on is the same one you used to fling across the living room? If I close my eyes, I can feel the cracks from ten years ago reaching out from under the weight of a nineteen year old me. At dinner time…

One day, you will wake up by 2:55 am to finish your LinkedIn post, and your fingers will dally with your keyboard yet another day as the clacking sound creates short-lived symphonies every few seconds. …

Dust Mote #13, Poems and Notes, Thursday, May 12, 2022 — These headaches — like a mysterious dust fog that dazzles the eye and hypnotizes too — are beginning to press, more than firmly, on the back lower lobes of my brain. The rusty Brillo pad disintegrates into dust in my hand. Dust is like the alchemist’s salt — that which…