A post about finding meaning in the meaningless. A message of hope from a Holocaust survivor who found meaning in Auschwitz....
For a long time, I struggled with accepting compliments. If someone would say, “cute shirt,” or “nice job with that essay,” I would become bashful, and respond with something like, “Nah…this is old” or, "I could’ve done more with the conclusion.” For some reason, I...
Growing up, I had a HUGE chip on my shoulder. I always felt like I had something to prove, because I never felt good enough in comparison to my older brother. I have analyzed this from every possible angle, and have settled on the notion...
I love to use profanity at work. I find it to be an effective tool. I don’t curse as much in my personal life, unless of course, something just needs to be fucking said....
Introducing an official *unofficial* acronym for BADASS. Since starting my blog, I have found that I pull inspiration from some of the strangest places—one of which is the TV show, The Office. I suspect the reason for this is that when I have trouble sleeping, I usually turn...
Picasso said to "learn the rules like a pro so that you can break them like an artist." This is how I view my disruptive approach to therapy. I studied everything from Freud to Existentialist Theory to Cognitive Behavioral Therapy....
There is a scene from the the 1993 classic movie, Cool Runnings, where one of the characters, the self-conscious Junior, is uplifted by his brawny teammate, Yul Brenner. They look in the mirror and repeat the words, “I see pride. I see power. I see...