by Tania Henderson | May 20, 2012 | Abuse, Anxiety, Body Image, Depression, Eating, PTSD, Relationship, Self-care, Self-esteem, Trauma, Uncategorized
While facilitating a group for sexual abuse survivors, I learned to issue a warning every time a new member joined the fold. For some reason, there was a strong tendency to rate trauma, using measures like the degree of the assault and the number of times the abuse...
by Tania Henderson | Apr 6, 2012 | Abuse, Anxiety, Depression, Self-care, Self-esteem, Trauma, Uncategorized
When you are in the midst of something painful, it is hard to believe that anything else positive exists. The struggle seems to impact everything- energy, attitudes, opportunities, and even hope. Like spoiling food in the fridge, we can’t sense the vitality-...
by Tania Henderson | Feb 15, 2012 | Anxiety, Depression, Self-care, Trauma, Uncategorized
The following is reflection on fear and how we tend to lose sight of the present because of our focus on what has already happened or what could go wrong. Although it is not officially one of the snares of suffering I was going to address, it is similar to my recent...
by Tania Henderson | Feb 13, 2012 | Abuse, Depression, Forgiveness, Happiness, PTSD, Self-care, Self-esteem, Trauma, Uncategorized
When we are struggling it’s not uncommon to feel frustrated that things seem out of our control and uncomfortable. It feels personal- things are happening to me, as if on purpose, rather than a part of life’s up and downs. We don’t like feeling impotent; we want to...
by Tania Henderson | Jan 30, 2012 | Anxiety, Happiness, Self-care, Self-esteem, Uncategorized
We seem to be obsessed with happiness. I’m not talking about that profound state of contentment that years of meditating in a cave might provide. I’m talking about a strongly held belief that life should be comfortable and enjoyable. When someone with depression...
by Tania Henderson | Jul 13, 2011 | Relationship, Self-care, Uncategorized
Kristen was beside herself. She wanted to get to work on time today but had her hopes dashed when her daughter kept hitting the snooze button and missed the buss. Kristen now was rushing to so she could make time to drop her daughter off at school. Next, her...
