Category Archives: Anxiety

Don’t forget the Dean trauma

On April 19, 1978, Brian and Vriana Dean were brutally murdered when they surprised a burglar ransacking their house. Prior to murdering the Dean kids, John Zimmerman, an unemployed heroin addict, ransacked the Mickey’s house. Had Lloyd not seen a white van in the alley behind the Dean’s house, Zimmerman likely would never have been…

Damn, kids get really sick

In my last blog, I wrote about the impacts, both positive and negative, of a car accident I was in when I was 17. My trauma was beyond difficult.  If you’re interested, you can find it on my website.  It’s titled, “Yep, I was only 17.”  In today’s blog, I look at how trauma related…

If the Dam Breaks & the Levees Fail

Maybe I’m a bit of a dying breed, but I’ll always take the newspaper. There’s something to be said for the ritual of putting the kettle on, shuffling to the door while it heats-up, and coming back reading it as I make my cup and then sit on my comfy chair. The other morning, I…

Breaking the Procrastination Cycle

Negative Self-Talk and Procrastination Every once in a while I have one of those 3:30 a.m. or so wake-ups when, after freshening-up in the facilities, I can’t go back to sleep. Wide-awake, my mind goes crazy with crazy stuff. And it’s not the pleasant crazy stuff.  I rotate through all of the stuff that makes…

Tips for Tough Talks with Your Teen

First, a reminder. My 10-week men’s counseling group began this past Monday. In the last week, two men realized that their professional conflicts make it impossible to attend the group and asked to delay until the next group. As a result,  I’m opening the group back-up for two men would like to explore with other…

29 monkeys in the pool

I have a busy mind. It never stops. Call it anxiety. Call it AD/HD. Call it what you will. But I’m just busy. Knowing about my struggles, a couple of important people in my life suggested meditation. Sit quietly and focus on your breath. When your mind wanders, just bring it back to the breath….

NO REGRETS!!!

Open your mind’s eye for a second and flash to a bunch of dudes.  Voices rising, they pound their chests and yell, “No Regrets!!!”  You try to ignore them, but secretly you roll your eyes and scoff at them. And yet today, I’m feeling them.  KD starts school tomorrow, and he has been acting out…

Here we go again and again and again

My parents lived close to Watts during the riots of 1965. Not long after my pregnant mother was walked home from the grocery store by a member of the Harlem Globtrotters, who recognized that things were heating up, my parents realized that things were way too dangerous and left the area for a few days….

Really! Not this again

I want to thank those of you who have subscribed to my blog recently. To catch-you-up, many of my blogs revolve around the highs and lows, joys and challenges for my wife and me parenting our 8-year-old boy, KD. He is an only child who loves sports, and I’m his main playmate. He’s kind, sweet,…

Handball with guilt and a lemon twist

I don’t take many holidays off. I’m our sole earner (ok 99.5%) and people come to therapy on holidays. So it was a HUGE deal that I took off President’s Day, but I felt l owed it to myself, my wife, and most of all, my son, to skip work and hang around the house…