The Couch 120: The Missing Element

It was made to be sweetened Unsweetened is an abomination!

A very nice guy I met in a bookstore last week and ended up having coffee with in their cafe asked me to dinner. I wanted to say yes, but I made up an excuse because I just didn't want to learn what was wrong with him - more like husband 1? more like future ex? or with his own particular brand of stuff?

Today at work: "Motivational" workshop!

We literally had to do reframing and repeat them aloud until we "sounded convincing" enough to the effing trainer.

• "Wow, our customers keep complaining" to "Wow, our customers keep giving us feedback".
• "My boss has given me so much work, I can barely breathe" to "My boss believes in me!"
• "My boss keeps criticising me" to "My boss cares for me!"
• "I am being tasked with more work without a pay-raise" to"I have a great job!"
• "My colleagues are spreading rumours about me" to "My colleagues find me interesting!"

Ridiculous.

Harassment, I'd say. I'm deeply sorry to hear you had to go through that!

The fever finally broke and she drank almost a whole cup of plain broth.
That is the sort of week it has been-one where the consumption of almost a cup of broth over a couple of hours is cause for a giant celebration.

quietMind, it must be maddening to work there.

My neck is still spasming but at least I was able to sleep for more than an hour. It has also apparently (temporarily) cured me of my trauma anxieties that had really ramped up. I'm too focused on the pain to think about scary things.

I burned a letter from my mother once. It was a horrible hate letter when I was in college, after my brother 'outed' me to them because I was dating a woman at the time. In said letter she said lovely things like "I am glad your grandparents are dead because this would have killed them" (her parents, mind you, and that grandmother was the one that was more a mother to me than she was and I loved her like crazy) and "Lots of luck, you're really going to need it" and "They won't let you work at Girl Scout camp anymore if they find out, you better hope I don't tell them." I think I really have let go of my old story. I was able to type that without crying. Anytime in the past when I've mentioned that letter, it would always make me cry! The memory is still there but it no longer has any power over me.

It felt like overly simplistic CBT with none of the validation, rapport and empathy required. Just shove corporate crud down our throats! *wince*

OK, I'll say this and people may mock me: I miss my T. It's been six weeks since I saw him. Two more weeks until my next session. And something happened recently that I'd really like getting an external person's input on.
But I guess this is what I wanted therapy to prepare me for...

thank you guys for supporting me so much with this mother thing.i know it shouldnt be but it is the hardest thing i have ever done. i know she has no one but me to help her in her old age and i feel this strongly but she is so entitled i hate it . but i dont know how she will get on with out help

OK, I'll say this and people may mock me: I miss my T. It's been six weeks since I saw him. Two more weeks until my next session. And something happened recently that I'd really like getting an external person's input on.
But I guess this is what I wanted therapy to prepare me for...

OK, I'll say this and people may mock me: I miss my T. It's been six weeks since I saw him. Two more weeks until my next session. And something happened recently that I'd really like getting an external person's input on.
But I guess this is what I wanted therapy to prepare me for...

Mines been gone two weeks and one more week til i see him. But of course you know that; you all have been gallivanting around the stockholm archipelago eating creamed herring