I recently had a cancer scare and decided to start a blog because I realized that I needed to share more, before it is too late. I have so much to say, but for many reasons I held back. Often, I found myself not having enough time during my weekly sessions to discuss certain things, so maybe this will be a good way to share with you the things I find important, amusing, challenging, and useful to know.
Some of you know me very well, as we shared many precious hours together. Some of you don’t know me at all. You can read more about my professional achievements in the section “About Us.”
On a personal level, I want to share that I really struggled with postpartum depression after Emma was born. It was bad, really bad. I tried meds, therapy, baths, YouTube Wisdom, and nothing seemed to work—until one day I listened to Matthew Hussey talk about the idea of finding meaning in your life. As a therapist, I thought I was doing enough. I help people. I make them see the light at the end of the tunnel. I inspire. I kick ass—literally (I am into boxing) and figuratively. I help people make changes. I wear the white hat, sometimes the black one too. Often, I have saved people’s marriages—or their lives. I thought that was the meaning in my life, until I started thinking more about it. What was my meaning? I didn’t have an answer. But I knew that my depression was getting worse and I had to do something. So I went on a trip. Alone. To Mexico. I promised myself that I would do things to challenge myself and make myself feel uncomfortable. Some of you know that I am a planner. A really good planner. I usually plan an hourly itinerary of my trips. Shit is planned and booked. This time, I bought a ticket and booked a tent. Actually, it was a yurt. On a beach. And off I went.
In future posts I will share with you the lessons I learned. For now, I need you to do some homework. I want you to think about ways you can challenge yourself. No need to act, just think about it and write it down.
Talk to you soon.