Last Saturday, I landed at the Medford airport in Oregon. I had had an easy 90 minute flight from SFO next to an Oregonian cattle rancher. At first, hearing I was from Berkeley, my aisle-mate clearly edited himself. After I shared how I grew…
[Caveat lector and caveat mater: this is an explicit post about my sexuality.] At some point in the last decade I crossed a meaningful line. Some women pass it early in their adult lives, some after decades. Some women skip back and forth…
In yesterday’s therapy session, I shared how I question whether what I see now in the midst of this depression is the truth or a lie. I acknowledge that oversimplifies it, but I wonder whether my depression is hyperbolizing the problems. She asked…
Yesterday was our 4th couples’ therapy session. Jeff, the therapist, explained early on that he has a template for the first few sessions. The first session is about why you are there, the second session is about how you met, the next couple…
Before I found out about my uncle, I had spent several days wondering, what success looked like? Meaning, what would be an acceptable outcome from all of this: the depression, the re-assessment of the relationship, work, etc. In no particular order: My career:…
I cannot tell if I’m coming out of or going into a fog. Depression undoubtedly provides a different world view. The issue is recognizing which views are enlightening and useful and which are illusion. The last days have been spent jigsaw puzzling and watching mindless television. These activities I have…
My Uncle Tom committed suicide this week. I left work early on Monday when I found out. I stayed home Tuesday and most of Wednesday. I attended a meeting on Wednesday afternoon and faltered. Not so that you would know that someone in…