My experience with traditional “Freudian” psychoanalysis

Update 2018:  I revisited this piece written 11 years ago and it was nice to see that every bit of charge around these issues are gone. Life happens, things change, healing happens. This is distant history for me now. The experience, however, I am quite sure is one that may still resonate with others...the habits... Continue Reading →

Neurofeedback and the continuing story of my recovery

I had an interesting neurofeedback session yesterday. It had been a month. The routine has been once a week, but in the last few months it's hardly been that what with my father getting sick, then moving. Then my brothers cancer and all that uncertainty. Then my doctor went on a couple of trips--one long.... Continue Reading →

The continuing series on my mental health providers

Yesterday I saw my psychotherapist. I had a lot to share--heavy stuff that had just come up for me the last few days. Memories of things I felt shame and pain about. The day before they had weighed me down and made me feel quite miserable. Yesterday, instead, I was filled with high energy and... Continue Reading →

An isolated history of psychotherapy

Ruth's post at Off Label, got me started thinking about my patchy and unsuccessful relationship with therapy. Her title to the post "psycho-the-rapists" struck me as brilliant. Did you come up with that Ruth? I resisted therapy for many years after being diagnosed bipolar. And before said diagnosis it had never crossed my mind to... Continue Reading →

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