The f word has taken over in our society. It’s causing us to struggle in our relationships, work, self-esteem and daily lives.
For years, I have been teaching clients to start to remove the f word from how they talk about things so that it loses its power. What I find though is that most of us were raised by people who used the f word, and it has now become a habit. Even our medical world is plagued by this word because health insurance companies need diagnoses.
I used to stand up and move to the next thing immediately. Whether it was getting my kids to school and myself to work, or moving to the next project in my day. I rarely stood to ground myself, to stand in my own shoes.
We have lost ourselves because we stopped being present in our own skin. We stopped standing to be, to exist. If we are going to stand, it must mean action has to occur, right?
There’s this internal “warrior“ side that comes out of us at times. A primal fighter that refuses to give up. We all have it, but it’s voice can become muted by the voices surrounding us and our own false beliefs. I have always felt my warrior side in me, but she hasn’t always been allowed to rise until now.
People have made jokes about the outcome of the virus: “There’s either going to be a lot of babies or a lot divorces at the end of all this.”
Clients have said it to me, friends have said it to me, and all I could think about was the grief that is coming for so many. Many of you are already feeling it now.
Two other groups came to my mind when all this started as people were making jokes:
Grief is not easy, no matter how someone appears on the outside. As I reflected on my own grief about a year ago, I had a nerd moment. A line from a movie popped into my head and perfectly described what it was like to grieve.
Anger has always been the phase of grief I have skipped over for the last 20 months since my mom died and our family experienced multiple more losses. When it starts to show up, I have received messages from those around me that something is wrong with me if I have all that anger inside me.
I am collecting stories from people who have found meaning in the depths of their grief. If this is you, keep reading…
Being a stay at home mom can be hard. It can be challenging. It can be outright frustrating. But we all know that there is also endless joy to be had. Do the joyous moments outnumber the tough times? Not always.
Whether you were already married or were in love and moving in together, it can be quite the challenge to leave everything you knew behind for the sake of your love. Our relationship can get us through a lot but unfortunately not through everything.
As a couple’s counselor, one of the most common struggles I see in marriages is that they do not argue effectively. Many things can influence the type of argument style we have, like family history, personality types, and season of life we are in.