therapist santa monica Tag
I've learned that life is about questions and not answers. It’s about being ever curious.
A lot of folks think that being a mental health professional is about giving advice and having the answers. That is far from true. In fact, I am the one who asks...
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....
So, I talk a lot about cognitive distortions (I know, shut up already!). I really would stop talking about them if they weren't EVERYTHING.
I talk about how our negative core beliefs (how we see ourselves and the world) are shaped by these distorted, irrational, thoughts...
July 18, 2016
In
Relationships
A lot of my clients ask me if I have the perfect marriage because I so often talk about effective communication.
My response is always the same, “absolutely not; this crap is hard. If it wasn’t, everyone would do it.” None of us are perfect, or...
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...
January 6, 2016
In
Food for thought
By Dana Maloney, Founder of Good Enough Therapist.
Since I have worked in the mental health profession, I can’t even count the number of times strangers have opened up to me about their problems, spewed their life stories in a train station, on a plane, in...
