Book therapy

This book literally moved me to tears on at least a few occasions. Having lost someone as close and dear to me as the author did, I could relate all too well to the magnitude of all encompassing seesaw of emotions and existential questioning that follows. I enjoyed reading how Sankovitch transformed her pain with the healing salve of her most reliable of "saviors:" books. I can wholeheartedly identify with the healing power of books, which has always been my most comforting of friends during not only the best times of my life but also during painful times, lonely times, and times of challenging transitions. Sankovitch takes readers on a one year journey, reading one whole book for each day of the year. As she reads, she also reflects and finds connection that leads her to a place of gratitude, joy, and a sense of purpose.

With that said, I highly recommend this book to everyone (especially bibliophiles) and leave you with the following quotes that really spoke to me:

"For years, books had offered to me a window into how other people deal with life, its sorrows and joys and monotonies and frustrations. I would look there again for empathy, guidance, fellowship, and experience. Books would give me all that, and more."

"The world shifts, and lives change. Without warning or reason, someone who was healthy becomes sick and dies. An onslaught of sorrow, regret, anger, and fear buries those of us left behind. Hopelessness and helplessness follow. But then the world shifts again--rolling on as it does--and with it, lives change again. A new day comes, offering all kinds of possibilities. Even with the experience of pain and sorrow set deep within me and never to be forgotten, I recognize the potent offerings of my unknown future. I live in a weird world, shifting and unpredictable, but also bountiful and surprising. There is joy in acknowledging that both the weirdness and the world roll on but even more, there is resilience."

"Words are witness to life: they record what has happened, and they make it all real. Words create the stories that become history and become unforgettable. Even fiction portrays truth: good fiction IS truth. Stories about our lives remembered bring us backward while allowing us to move forward."

"The only balm to sorrow is memory; the only salve for the pain of losing someone to death is acknowledging the life that existed before."

"The purpose of great literature is to reveal what is hidden and to illuminate what is in darkness."

"Sharing a love of books and of one particular book is a good thing. But is is also a tricky maneuver, for both sides. The giver of the book is not exactly ripping open her soul for a free look, but when she hands over the book with the comment that it is one of her favorites, such an admission is very close to the baring of the soul. We are what we love to read, and when we admit to loving a book, we admit that the book represents some aspect of ourselves truly, whether it is that we are suckers for romance or pining for adventure or secretly fascinated by crime."

"In reading about experiences both light and dark, I would find the wisdom to get through my own dark times."

"Maybe that is what love is: the taming of desire into something solid and sustainable."

"We all face mysteries--'Why did that have to happen?'--that we will never be able to understand. But we can, and we do, find order somewhere, whether it be in our books, our friends, our family, or our faith. Order is defined by how we live our lives. Order is created by how we respond to what life dishes out to us. Order is found in accepting that not all questions can be answered."

Healing through Grief

During a Skype conversation between my best friend and I (he was in India and I was in the US) in September 2012, my best friend of 6 years told me "Katie, no matter what happens, I will love you forever." The second most heartbreaking phone call I've received in my adult life came just two months later when my other best friend called me on a Monday morning in mid November. "Katie, he's gone."

I've experienced deaths of loved ones in my life (one of the most painful of my childhood occurred when I was just 11 years old)....but none of them have been quite as emotionally painful as the sudden, unexpected loss of my young, kind, and loving best friend. One day while talking about the difficulties of managing my grief/loss while still going to work and trying to be a good therapist to my clients, an intern whom has been doing clinical assessment training with me told me about this book.

"Healing Through the Dark Emotions" salved the emotional pain in my psyche like nothing or no one else could during these last 6 months, for which I'm incredibly grateful. Miriam Greenspan is not only a therapist whom offers professional insights, she has been through her own personal battles with grief and loss as well. Instead of perceiving it as a hopeless negative, however, Greenspan seizes the pain as an opportunity for potential growth. She encourages readers to look deeply within themselves with compassion and curiosity, urging them to surrender to the pain instead of resist it....because as painful as it feels to do so, it is more fruitful to embrace it than let it fester into destructive pain that leads to addiction and overall health dis-ease.

If you're looking for a meaningful (possibly life changing)grief and loss book that strays off the beaten path (ie, one that is not pop psychology-ish), this is the one for you.

What's my purpose?

When I was a senior in high school, it was while I took a psychology course out of mere curiosity and interest that I found myself intrigued by the subject....so much so that I delved into it more and majored in psychology my freshman year of college. My sophomore year of college I took a sociology class about families and relationships. During one particular class, the teacher brought in a marriage and family counselor who spoke about what it was like to be this kind of therapist, what it entailed,etc. I remember getting this feeling that I really wanted to do that, in a strong sense that I was even "meant" to do that.

After receiving my BA in Psychology and feeling "lost" for a year without any full-time employment, I decided it was time for me to really reflect on what I wanted to do next. It was at that time I made the bold decision to move to Chicago and pursue a master's degree in Marriage and Family Counseling. This was truly a life changing experience for me, all 6 years of it (living there)!

Though this is not something a majority of people know about me (even those closest to me), I have always been powerfully guided by spiritual principles and intuition....I just rarely talk about it. It is the one part of my life that is totally sacred, something I would rather experience than talk about.

For me, no time is greater for growth than in the unknown-ness of what direction my life will take next. A part of me though wonders if that is because I thought I knew my spiritual purpose.
From that high school psych class to grad school to my almost 5 years as a therapist, I have spent the last 14 years believing that it was my purpose (and I truly speak with no ego, only good intentions) in life to help heal others. It has been a valuable journey and I am blessed to have been a part of various individuals' healing processes....yet I am in a transition right now that has me feeling like I do not want to do it anymore, that it is no longer what I am meant to do. I have spent so much of my life taking care of other people, focusing on them, helping them, being attentive to them...and while it wasn't in vain, it has been to my own detriment alot of times. It's scary, strange, liberating, and exciting to envision what my life would be like to spend most of my time taking care of myself and living my passions rather than taking care of other people and living vicariously through their passions.

I have been thinking constantly about wanting to do something serious with my writing, something big. A part of me wonders if this is what I am meant to do next, yet I am not sure how to get there, when, or how. All I know is that whatever I write, I want it to mean something. I want to write about things that will touch people in some way and contribute to society. I am definitely in a transition and trying to allow myself to "let go" of the old in order to make room for the new me.

I've been experiencing alot of things lately that are drawing me to a different way of life. I've had very telling dreams. I also find myself giving clients feedback of a spiritual nature that I feel I need to honor within myself in order to be true to myself. I am more selective about who I choose to talk to and interact with, trying to avoid people who seem negative, judgmental, or not on a similar "path" as myself. I am becoming more aware of what I consume, both with food and drink. I am eating more fresh produce and less junk. I have reduced my "emotional" eating patterns. I am more "green" with the environment and have been recycling since I moved to Seattle. I spend more time in nature. I have less tolerance and interest in alcohol, as well as that being a medium to "connect" with others. I would rather connect in deeper ways. Surprisingly even to myself, I have even been considering giving up alcohol totally. I feel like it has no use for me in the overall scheme of things.

In addition, after reading a book about self-care written by a former social worker here in Seattle, I realized just how much I've been lacking in that department. I've been neglecting what brings me joy, happiness, and peace. So I decided to sign up for a creative writing class, which I will start in a few weeks. I'm incredibly excited. My mom recently gave me a book on creative nonfiction to read, something she just read and thought I would like too. As I started reading it on Saturday, I found myself getting excited about it. I even looked up the creative nonfiction website associated with the book's editor Lee Gutkind. I also went to Gutkind's webpage.

Between looking at both webpages, I was pulled by this strong feeling of "THAT" is what I want to do in some shape or form. The definition of what creative nonfiction embodies, Gutkind's literary philosophy ("mission statement" if you will), and the literary career he has had over the years (teaching and writing books with different themes) finally put a name to the kind of writing I am passionate about and strive to emulate.

A part of me really wants to pursue a degree in creative nonfiction with an institute in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (where Gutkind teaches), but how is that possible? Is that something I truly want? Am I crazy? How do I make a career out of my passion for writing given that I have no degree or work experience in writing? What do I do if I don't know what I want other than simply wanting to write? Passion and purpose are two sides of the same coin, at least for me.

I hope this is where my intuition and receptivity to spiritual guidance comes in to get my answer. I need some signs.

Am I meant to be a therapist 'forever?'

I have been thinking about this off and on the past 24 hours. In an IM conversation with a friend last night, I was telling him how I don't think I could be a therapist for the rest of my life because I don't think I have the patience for it. Today, however, I realized it's not about an issue of patience. It's about an issue of independence, not to mention the time and energy for 'me' time.

I made somewhat of a spontaneous decision/goal for myself today and in a weird way, it gave me a sense of reassurance. Having just finished my SECOND day of my new counseling job, I already feel inundated with information and responsibilities, overwhelmed by the magnitude of this new role assigned to me. I know it's partially because I'm new and have SO much to learn as far as the computer program, daily operations, and learning all the requirements of caseload management. I realize alot of my anxiety will subside once I get in the swing of knowing what the hell I'm doing, but what if the bogged down feeling never goes away?

Agencies seem to be notorious for giving you more than you can reasonably (sanity wise) handle....because they can. It's like working at the bottom rung of a ladder: you don't have much power to be selective. You're forced to take what they give you and hope you don't fall prey to burnout. You know it's bad when you wish you could clone yourself, just so you can feel a relief that everything you need to do will get done.

See, being a therapist at an agency isn't just counseling. People typically tend to perceive counseling in the stereotypical ways portrayed in tv shows and movies. Scenes of therapists who have their own private practice office with posh couches where the client easily and effortlessly vents about their problems as the therapist (who is usually wearing glasses, I guess to look 'scholarly?') says some cliche' phrase whilst pensively waiting for the client to have some kind of insightful moment/say something pivotal. Ha! I wish it were that easy and simple sometimes!

What people don't know and/or understand is that there's case management bullshit that comes along with the job. Plus, the clientele aren't always the cream of the therapist's dream crop. They too are usually at the bottom rung of the ladder. I've learned that the saying 'you get what you pay for' couldn't be more true......

which is why I've decided that I am giving myself 2-3 years to figure out a clever way to get myself a job working independently (once I'm licensed, I plan on researching this top to bottom!) in a private practice setting.

If I do not, I have determined that I will reconsider my career path. Shocking? Not to me. Why? Because there is more to life than identifying myself with my work and I refuse to become a burnt out slave with no life outside of work (aka, a cranky and unhappy human being) and/or too exhausted to do anything but work. And I see that being a possibility if I don't somehow get the hell out of the agency arena.

I'm not sure what else I could do for work. I enjoy writing, but I don't know how I could turn that into a career...unless I became a journalist or write a book. Hmmm, any suggestions?

On a positive note, I do like the other therapists at work. It's weird to go from working independently (like at my last job) with my own office to a group setting of sharing one big office with 6 or 7 other therapists), but it is nice to have other therapists to talk to nearby. They (along with the receptionist) have been very kind and helpful with all my slightly frazzled questions and seem interested in wanting to get to know me too, which has been comforting.

I have my first session tomorrow. I'll be curious to see how it goes and as time goes on, how the clientele at this agency compare/contrast to those I worked with at my previous job (if they will be easier to work with, more difficult, or about the same). This factor may also influence how much I will enjoy this job.

When I found myself starting to get stressed out today (about all the shit I have yet to get done), I reassured myself that I am only one person and certain things take priority over others. Whatever I won't do today, will be there waiting for me on my desk tomorrow. Because it stays there. I don't take work home with me and I will not make it a habit of staying later than 5:00.

And that's the way it's gonna be. :)