Archive | February 2013

My word of the day

Word of the Day

Word of the Day

I see a lot of people stating what their word of the day / week / month / year is. It’s usually ideas like gratitude, love, forgiveness, focus, etc. All worthwhile causes on which to meditate and perhaps to endorse.


I’d like to add my word: edit.

I think it’s funny that I choose this word because I have a tendency to go on when I tell stories (one guy that I worked with called them “Betty (my name) stories”. It didn’t occur to me several years later that I was known for my story-telling “style”. I have a flair for “spinning a story” as it may, but I also have difficulty leaving out the details and getting to the point. To me, details are everything, even if I don’t remember them accurately.

I digress. (Of course).

Most people’s stories (including my own) are not really that interesting. I also think that we’re not really that interested in listening to what other people have to say. For one, we’re so busy listening with our own judgements and second, we’re so desperate to tell our own story that we’re reluctant to really listen to what others have to say.

The exception comes when the stories involve celebrities, to which there is endless fascination with the beautiful and the reckless. Think TMZ, People Magazine, or good heavens, Jersey Shore.

Want to keep me interested? Get to the point. I want to hear your story, I think it’s interesting but get to the point or at least ask me questions. See me squirming in my seat? It’s physically impossible for me to listen any longer! Give me a chance to ask questions. Better yet, ask me if something similar has happened to me. Get me involved. There are 7 billion people on this planet. We all have stories to tell!

What am I doing wrong?

I find it weird, a bit amusing, and slightly unnerving that I’ve tried getting in touch with professional help and I’m still empty-handed.

Twice now, I’ve emailed two different psychologists and followed up with a phone call. Neither of them called me back.

Do you really think that in both cases, both psychs did not receive my emails AND phone calls? I find that hard to believe.

I wonder if I come off as too crazy to help? Don’t you find it strange though? I mean, what are the chances?

A big step in treating depression and anxiety is realizing that you need professional help. Don’t suffer alone. Get professional help. You see that on bus shelters and in newspaper ads all the time.

So, I decide that I can’t do it on my own and I’m reaching out and no one is getting in touch. Not even a phone call saying I can refer you to someone else!

To be honest, this is the first time this has happened and I don’t believe it’s indicative of the entire profession. In the past, I’ve called and met with different therapists. Alas, when I really need someone now, I can’t seem to find that help.

It takes effort to reach out.

Maybe this week, I’ll try again. Surely, there is someone out there that can help me manage this.