
What do Garfield, The Boomtown Rats*, and I have in common?
We don’t like Mondays. (I’m unclear on The Boomtown Rats’ feelings on lasagna.)
Continue reading “Rethinking Monday morning”What do Garfield, The Boomtown Rats*, and I have in common?
We don’t like Mondays. (I’m unclear on The Boomtown Rats’ feelings on lasagna.)
Continue reading “Rethinking Monday morning”A few years ago I started going to therapy to figure out how to get my boyfriend to stop abusing me. I wasn’t the person in that relationship who most needed therapy, but I still needed it, and I was the person who was willing to go.
Anyway, even though my stated purpose for being in therapy was to deal with this specific situation, I found myself talking about work all the time. Good news for me: All of my issues were intertwined. I was letting a man control me through temper tantrums and gaslighting because I believed that, somewhere along the way, I had lost the right to manage my own life. And I had lost that right because, in my mind, I had become incompetent.
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