Get ready for some changes, folks, because from now on, Tupperware has a new rule. Everything stored in those trusty containers will be assigned a designated throwout date, and I’ve got the perfect tool to make it happen: the label maker, adorned prankishly by Dave with a sticker that says “label maker.” No more chaos,Continue reading “Me Day Makeover”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Graduation Day
Archie lets out a yip and howls in response to Dave’s lively tune on the piano. There are a few things that never fail to make Archie howl – the Final Jeopardy song, playing the harmonica, or when we all join in to awoo together. As I sit on the pull-out bed of Evelyn’s trundle,Continue reading “Graduation Day”
A Long Windy Road
I have this strange fear that whenever I open the door to my office, I’ll come face to face with a villainous character, drumming their fingers together and saying, “Well, well, well.” Every time I find my office empty, a wave of relief washes over me. But if I could find a way to feelContinue reading “A Long Windy Road”
Rainbow Connection: A Poem
I ride the heavy differently each day. A lighter version, a snack bite, feeling closer to free. To be me. Then the others, are like a void without end, an ex-friend, whose touch is cold. I enfold like an accordion slinking down the stairs, no repairs, please go away. What a day. I’ll be here.Continue reading “Rainbow Connection: A Poem”
Mr. Sandman
Such significant experiences unfolded during my therapy sessions today. From grappling with suicidal thoughts to battling an extreme eating disorder, and even witnessing inaction in reporting child abuse, the gravity of these situations weighs heavily on my mind even during my off hours. As I reflect on the precious 55 minutes we shared, thoughts raceContinue reading “Mr. Sandman”
Dark Night Of The Soul
Leaving the world a little better off than I found it is what gives my life meaning. However, there’s a part of me that tends to shut out people when they’ve hurt me, and even though I understand the importance of this action, it also shuts out the potential to provide redemption or forgiveness toContinue reading “Dark Night Of The Soul”
Get Up, Stand Up
My mind is brimming with ideas inspired by Viktor Frankl, a psychiatrist who survived Auschwitz and shared his profound realization: finding meaning in our suffering. In my view, “Man’s Search for Meaning” is a psychological bible that can guide us through even the most harrowing human conditions. I don’t aim to compare my experiences withContinue reading “Get Up, Stand Up”
Oddities And Curiosities
As I relax in the hammock at our cabin, I take a break to indulge in my favorite pastime—writing. To my left, I am surrounded by dark green fronds of ferns spread out like feathers. One particular tree catches my attention; instead of a traditional trunk are tens of branches adorned with a velvety, green,Continue reading “Oddities And Curiosities”
The Gift Of Therapy
Recently, I reached a new level of mastery in expressing my needs. The feeling of accomplishment had me metaphorically walking with my head held high, twirling my cane in circles, and gracefully striding into the sunset. It’s a euphoric afterglow that fills me with confidence that will lead me to witness even more breathtaking sunsets.Continue reading “The Gift Of Therapy”
Reporting Abuse 101
I understand my client feared taking that step in session today. However, without taking action, we risked being complicit in perpetuating abuse. As per the requirements of my license, I am obligated to report any neglect or abuse of vulnerable individuals, such as the elderly, disabled, or those under 18, to the appropriate authority. IContinue reading “Reporting Abuse 101”
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