I remember being a very sensitive child growing up. I was always attuned to the emotional state of others, aware of energetic shifts and the pain of those around me. Similarly, I was easily affected by the words and actions of those around me. It only took a quick, off handed comment or a sideways look to spin me into a place of confusion. Now, as an adult and a psychiatrist, I often feel grateful for the ability to be self aware, as well as connected to the emotions of my
“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.” (Mother Teresa) We belong to each other indeed, and yet in the chaos and rush of daily life, we often speed by one another–even those we love–without truly noticing our connection. Over the past several months, I have been blessed to facilitate several mindfulness workshops and retreats. I always end the sessions with an exercise in compassion. As I explain prior to starting, our muscles ge
I don’t know about you, but I often feel overwhelmed by the state of affairs these days. I feel overwhelmed by the dishes that are piling up in my sink, or the weekend trip to Michael’s for the upcoming school project. I feel overwhelmed by the current election craziness or the number of orphans in the world today. Some mornings, I feel overwhelmed by putting my two feet on the floor. As a person who tries to be as conscious as possible, I feel all of my responsibilities
The other night, I woke up in a state of panic around 3:30 am. A cloud of parental anxiety was swirling furiously in my head. Self doubt had settled in and taken grip, waking me from sleep and no longer allowing me to drift back to rest. Am I giving them too many treats?
Are they doing enough physical activity?
Are they in too many activities?
Are they in enough activities?
Do they feel lonely?
Do I yell too much?
Am I too permissive?
Am I working too much?
Do I spe