Tag - Personal Empowerment

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Sex And Self-Worth

For me “not-enoughness” is something I have to bring awareness to consistently in my life.  I am a marriage and family therapist, single mommy, single in general (lol), and just turned 40 years old.  For starters being a single mom at 40 in the United States you constantly get “oh no what happened”.  The looks from other married moms of “poor girl”.  Dating men comes with the assumption that you’re hunting for a husband and ready to wed the [...]

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A Holistic Journey To Self-Love

I was born in the Czech Republic while my country was occupied by the Soviet Union.  I came from many generations of hard and tough people with a very standoffish attitude.  A good example of this is that my parents never told me that they love me because this was not part of our culture.  My mother was unconsciously riddled with anxieties and fears and my father always gave me a feeling that I wasn’t good enough.  His way [...]

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From Addiction To Acceptance

If you had told my parents when I was a kid that I would grow up to become a drug addict and alcoholic, they would have not believed it.  In fact, when I called and told them at the age of 31 that I was a drug addict and alcoholic and that I was starting my journey in sobriety, they didn’t believe me.  This was because I was very good at hiding my addiction. I was a very happy child.  [...]

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The Abstract Mirror: A Personal Reflection

My original intention behind this particular blog post was to write and share about my life-long battle with Body Dysmorphic Disorder.  That was the inspiration behind the name of this website and project, The Abstract Mirror. As I began to sit down and write, my mind kept going completely blank, regardless of the many notes I had been accumulating over the course of the past few months. That experience will be a topic of discussion that I will take the [...]

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From Different To Deserving

I can remember the first time I was aware that I was different.  It was in kindergarten. I was four and everyone else was five turning six. every single birthday party I was reminded of this. In elementary school - I dreamed of being lanky and thin but played tennis every day and was born curvy and was building my body (not on purpose) to be athletic and strong. Even though I exercised, at will, for four-five hours every single day because I [...]