I Threw Up

I threw up. Not the kind where there were chunks in the car or anything. It was definitely more of a dry heave kind of thing. It didn’t start there. In fact, no, that’s where it ended. It started six and a half hours earlier. I woke up at 5:31 on the dot. I was […]

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The Cold Stormy Night

His jaw line was sharp. He had the kind of chin that could hold a cigarette butt without dropping it. I stared into his deep brown eyes in silence. I knew by the way it was snowing outside, that he was going to encourage me to stay the night. I bit my lower lip in […]

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A Loveable Character

As I write the end of the ‘Perfectly Series’ I realize that I’m kind of saying ‘good-bye’ to a character that I have come to know and love. I feel somewhat melancholy as I consider this character’s story coming to an end. I wonder if these feelings are normal? Am I strange to become emotionally […]

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Mindfulness Practice

As a DBT therapist the practice of mindfulness exercises is a regular part of my daily routine. The way most of my consumers experience mindfulness when they first start looks a little like this: They picture themselves walking down the beach with a warm breeze enveloping them. “Oh I forgot to pull the meat out […]

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Caught Red-Handed

It was a cold, wintery night. I was lying in bed alone. My husband was late getting home from work again that day. That makes three times in a single week. I typically didn’t mind, but I had a stressful day at work. I just wanted him to be with me, near me, comforting me. […]

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Better than ‘Paying it Forward’

Laying in her bed, looking at the ceiling with tears in her wrinkled brown eyes, is a woman whom has 90 years of experience. She lays there quietly as the tears stream down the creases of her fragile skin. She considers picking up her hand to wipe the moisture from her face, however, the task […]

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I Hate the Clock

I Hate the Clock By Christina Cooper I am being stabbed Over and over again. My nerves are shot. I am tired They tell me to breathe I hate breathing. The clock is staring at me Tick-tock Tick-tock It is laughing at me. I hate the clock. Why didn’t I take the drugs? The Pain. […]

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