Late March, 2013. I was a mom of three, working full time as a mental health associate in a large mental health facility. I loved my job, but my marriage and home life were falling apart. Advertisements
I have a decade’s worth of work in mental health. During that time, I never imagined being in therapy of any kind myself. I’ve been through a lot, but hadn’t really thought about seeking out help.
In 34 years, I’ve lived a pretty interesting life. I graduated college in 2007 with a BA in Clinical Psychology. By then I was married, had two of my three kids (the third one was born in February 2008), and had a job straight out of college. I’ve worked in the mental health field for
I recently ended a relationship – ok, he was the one who ended it, but who cares? – and it got me thinking about the truthfulness of our feelings. I was so sure that I was in love with him. Not all the way (it was too short for me to fall all the way),