Keywords: work
I want to be helping people in some form and I want to be able to collaborate on things with people. I can’t imagine being holed up in an office all day alone. My dream job allows me to take a nice long lunch break too, so I can go on a walk to a nice restaurant with some coworkers and debrief about my morning.
https://pinkdinosaurs70084588.wordpress.com/2023/04/10/my-dream-job
Keywords: healing , lifechange , self discovery , gratitude , learning , lessons
Without a doubt, the hardest part of this is my lack of mobility. Day-to-day tasks are challenging. A level of frustration builds as I try to make my morning coffee or get dressed. Everything takes longer and is limited. Even choosing an outfit that makes me feel good is not accessible. My leg cant lift to step into my favourite clothes and my scar is too sensitive to have anything formfitting.
https://wellnesskay.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/it-was-supposed-to-be-today
Keywords: {0}
heard + felt is a collection of resources, information, and lived experiences that I hope will help you all feel heard, felt, and maybe a little less alone!
https://heardandfelt.wordpress.com/2023/03/14/welcome-home
Keywords: Blog , aging , birthday , change , change is hard , explore , exploring , inertia , insights , life is short , personal growth , possibilities , relationships , uncertainty of life , visions
I want to feel totally engaged. I want to feel that I am leaning fully into my life.
https://leanintoyourlife.net/2022/07/26/my-motivation
Keywords: Therapist Post , Ann Szalda-Petree , Attachment , Client relationship , Therapy
I need to examine the needs I am getting met through the relationship. I like feeling like I am useful and important. I like when clients feel heard, seen, and unique. I also have to be real. I see 30 people a week, and if I’m somehow communicating something less that that, there’s a good chance I’m getting my own needs to be valued met through my therapeutic relationships and that is unsustainable. I think it starts to hurt me in a way, and when I notice that I need to take a step back and reassess. Frankly, when I allow that to continue, it ultimately hurts the client.
https://szaldapetree.com/2023/02/27/attachment
image source: https://szaldapetree.com/about-szaldapetree-com
Keywords: ADHD, Blog, Depression, Faith, Fibromyalgia, Journal, Mental health
And this is where I usually stop because I just don’t know how or what to say next. My journal entries and blog posts have always ended on a positive note. It’s a necessity for me. I can’t explain where it comes from. It’s just one of my internal rules. I have always felt guilty about leaving anything without hope.
https://cymbelleuniverse.wordpress.com/2024/03/17/time-to-post
Keywords: All Things Autism , Short Stories
They squeeze me until I’m full.
https://amynielsenauthor.com/2022/11/16/a-day-in-my-autistic-life
![I [Ruth Mwanza] still want calm, consistency, and the feeling of love](https://wants.blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/whatsapp-image-2023-07-04-at-13.50.58.jpeg)
Keywords: Pretending to be poetic
I don’t know whether this is what I want to write about love
https://simplymwanza.wordpress.com/2022/11/11/i-still-want-calm-consistency-and-the-idea-or-feeling-that-summer-is-falling-in-love
Keywords: mindset , random , expectation , feeling good , happiness , life , mental health , people pleasing
A few months ago I wrote a newsletter in which I was describing a Saturday afternoon where I felt pretty sad, for no specific reason. I worked my way out of it and promised myself, from that day on, I would have prioritized only what felt good. Good feeling thoughts, good feeling activities, good feeling actions. Aligned to my uttermost goal: to feel good and create life from that place. I wasn’t gonna waste another day in existential sadness. Or at least I would try not to, and bring myself back consciously.
https://sofiavenanzetti.com/2024/06/01/dont-expect-me-to-be-who-you-want-me-to-be
Keywords: WordPress Daily Prompt
I have had my fair share of goodbyes. When it comes to goodbyes, neither am I very fond of it, nor am I very good with it. I just don’t know how to sum up every memory I have and encase it in a wave. I still remember crying while my mom and dad left me in the hostel for the first time. Amusingly, I also remember crying when my cab snatched me away from the same place 4 years later. Some moments were short lived, while some lasted a little bit longer to be called as ‘moments’. But nothing beats that one day, that one goodbye!
https://iamvishblog.wordpress.com/2023/06/14/goodbyes