When I think about who I am as a therapist and why I decided to pursue this wonderful and wacky helping profession, there are three memories that seem to encapsulate something that is very difficult to put into words.
Ever been to court? Ever stood in suspense as the judge contemplated your sentence? I have. And it blows. There's a sense of fear and dread, followed by this weird emotion of "whatever! I'll deal with whatever comes down the pike!" all wrapped up into one discomforting package.
n therapy, one of the most tenacious foes I face is helping someone realize they're wrong. Most people that come into my office are just dead wrong! About what? About what they believe about their future.
I write a ton on anxiety. And when I write I usually include 700 words or more. Well, I want to include you busy readers as well. So I'm going to post small clips of thoughts/skills/techniques that I believe can be helpful in overcoming anxiety: