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After I got my first (and at this point, my only) tattoo, I regretted it…after the adrenaline wore off, of course. I have grown used to having it, and many years later, I don’t really think about it much.

After I got my first car, doubt started setting in about whether it was financially sensible. I drove it until the repairs were becoming costly. I never missed a payment.

After I got my second car, I again began to doubt whether it was a smart expense. After driving it for two years with some scratches on the side, I’m kind of glad I have it.

After my purchase offer on a condo went through, I immediately became plagued with extreme doubt and extreme anxiety. This wasn’t a car or a tattoo. It was a major investment, and the fear of having to make payments every month was hard to shake…

Once taboo, people now talk openly about their therapy, about getting help, etc. They even go on national TV to be blamed and shamed, the host handing them a monogrammed handkerchief to wipe their mascara-smeared tears away as they expose their innermost secrets for open consumption as people boo and clap and nod sympathetically. It’s like a modern Colosseum of anxiety

Sadly, a lot of what we think of as psychotherapy or therapy is derived from what we’ve been given on TV, at the movies, or in books, etc. While it can be vastly entertaining, it’s mostly outdated or riddled with myths and half-truths or worse.

The Sopranos     In Treatment     Frasier      Soap
Beyond Therapy    Couples Retreat    M*A*S*H
What About Bob? (Baby Steps)   Nuts
Mad Men     Dr. Phil     Don Juan DeMarco
Beautiful Dreamers    Equuus   Frances
One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest    Monk 

The Sessions     The Sixth Sense     Numb

I…am powerful

Lord and master…

If I sit and learn

I will listen….

If I touch the sky

I will not draw back my hand…

When I picture you in my mind

I am only human…

Only God brings life to me, through you.

Words fall away, descriptions die upon our lips.

Tell me about the world if you can, and try not to cry.

It will be beautiful again, I swear.

Not one man or woman…

To record nor declare.

“Save me” The Prairie grass whispers

“Kneel” sayeth the mountain kings.
“Let me go” cries great river “Just let me go”

Blaspheme, oh man…

Wretched stewards of dirt and rock

You had a simple task…

Light poles, telephone poles, roads, ditches, billboards, pumping rigs, blowing rigs, red flames and black smoke…

Even worse….

Fences around open Plains.

“I will cast you from me” says our Earth with utter honesty.