How Avoiding My “Crazy” Led Me to Self-Harm…(and the dream that helped open it all up…)

How Avoiding My “Crazy” Led Me to Self-Harm…(and the dream that helped open it all up…)

Last week I had one of the hardest dreams I have had in a very long time. The feelings were excruciating, horrifying really, and incredibly real. At the start, I was probably around age 14, confiding in a therapist. Although I am terrified to, I reveal to him that I can see spirit right in front of me. I immediately find myself inside of a small room, and feel that I am in a mental institution. All of my perception is profoundly altered. I am aware that I am taking the drug Haldol, a powerful anti-psychotic medication normally given to people with profound symptoms of Schizophrenia.

Bathroom Dreams: Vulnerability, Control, And Letting Shit Go

Bathroom Dreams: Vulnerability, Control, And Letting Shit Go

The truth is, dreams about peeing, pooping, or trying to are some of the most common dreams I’ve come across—I can’t even remember all the pee or poop dreams I’ve worked with clients over the years. In fact, there’s a good chance you’ve had one. It’s not that surprising—all humans do this every day, multiple times a day. But what does this act represent to us? And why are there often negative emotions around an experience that is so natural and healthy?

The Reality of Love

The Reality of Love

My choice is that the reality is love. What is real, is love. What is an illusion, is the absence of it. What is true, is that there is love. What is a lie, is that there is none.

And let me be clear—I am not talking about mamsy-pambsy feel good love like everything is all good so don’t worry about it. I’m talking about the stark, irrational, deeply honest love that is unconditional.