What has shocked and dismayed me is the widespread Schadenfreude, the intense pleasure in Bieber's misfortunes, at his unfolding "comeuppance." What I'm seeing reminds me of homophobia. Now, that may seem a stretch to some, but hear me out.
Research is beginning to show that we need to be much smarter about what we actually do when we manage to get away from the office. Instead of simply "switching off," we need to learn how to switch among a variety of modes.
Hip fractures are not easy to bounce back from. The plain and simple truth is that hip fractures can often lead to long-term complications, which can end up forcing you into assisted or nursing home living for an extended stay.
Unable to change, no matter what I tried, I wanted to evaporate, disappear, melt away. With each passing year, I punished myself for each sexual indulgence by trying to starve the gayness out of me, and maybe even slowly kill myself.
My recovery from work addiction helped me to see that my issues were not unique to me. I was able to put things into a perspective that enabled me to recognize the cultural, social and institutional factors that contribute to the dysfunction that showed up at home and in the workplace.
Whatever your motivation, whether it's feeling better right now, getting along more easily with others or achieving your goals with less wear and tear, gratitude appears to be worth considering as a strategy. Why not grab a pen and make a list; there's no time like the present!
As a former ICU patient, I experienced this first hand by observing the love and support from my parents, family, friends, and medical team. In my darkest moments in the hospital, they were there to help guide me through, and they did.
I'm in therapy to cope with PTSD, which I have as a result of childhood sexual abuse. Harley is not a certified therapy dog -- he is simply my therapist's dog -- but he's been sitting in on my sessions for almost two years now. His presence is a comfort. But it wasn't always.
Who's in charge of prioritizing man-rules? Aren't there exceptions? Where do we draw the line between ordering chicken wings when our health requires a grilled chicken salad, and abandoning healthiness and happiness altogether to protect a notion that none of us are obligated to defend?
I was in the darkness. The story of Batman helped me realize I could wrap it around my arms like a security blanket. Or a cape. The yellow symbol on my chest was my light defended by a black creature more powerful than anything crime could throw at me.