Cognitively speaking, the less familiar roads are the ones I'm choosing to take these days, thanks to a form of psychotherapy called "Dialectical Behavioral Therapy (DBT)." As a matter of fact, I've been standing at a lot of new mental crossroads for the past year. A lot. Sometimes I wonder if I really have the guts to pull up yet another set of stakes in an old neural neighborhood where judgment, negativity, and distress hang out and move a few synapses over to forge new paths leading to more a more joyful, accepting, and peaceful place. But I take heart in my conclusion that with 100 billion brain cells in my head, surely I have not run out of possibilities to connect thoughts in new ways and, once and for all, turn right instead of left and move on from lifelong thought patterns.
I'm not a therapist. I was an English major in college, as you might have guessed from the opening literary reference. So all the usual and customary disclaimers apply here: I do not give advice nor do I offer professional guidance on this site. I'm simply providing a glimpse of my personal experiences and journey with DBT. I like to journal and report, so you can expect regular updates.
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