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How Anxiety Fuels Rumination and What to Do
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How Anxiety Fuels Rumination and What to Do

Overthinking can feel like problem-solving, but it often leaves people more anxious, more tired, and less clear than when they started. A person may replay a conversation, worry about what someone meant, imagine the worst possible outcome, or mentally rehearse every decision before taking action. At first, it can seem responsible. The mind says, "If I think about this long enough, I will finally f

What I Learned from Goodbye

What I Learned from Goodbye

The first time the floor fell out from under me, I was only ten years old. My mother died just six months after being diagnosed with cancer, a timeline so fast it felt less like a passing and more like a theft. By the time I got to college, I had already built a personal relationship with depression.So, when my best friend’s brother was shot and killed, it didn't just sadden me—it leveled me. I was trying to cope with my first internship, to maintain friendships, be 21, and graduate college. That family had become my second family, my safety net. When they broke, I broke. I didn’t just fall into a depression; I dove into it, sinking into my bed with my bottles drowning me. Slowly everything I was working towards slipped away. When you’re in that deep, the world shrinks to the size of a liquor bottle and the four walls of a bedroom you can’t bring yourself to leave. My dad’s neighbor, a therapist herself, eventually threw me a rope. She recommended a friend of hers to work with me.For nearly two years, that woman was my entire world. We met weekly, sometimes twice a week. She was there when the addiction took hold, and she was there when things got even darker—after I was sexually assaulted and the depression curdled into suicidal ideation. I was failing every class, a ghost in my own life, only stumbling to the nearest 7-11 or liquor store to refill my cup.She was the one who finally got me into rehab after two different stints in the psych ward. But addiction isn't a straight line. I left rehab early, promising my father I wouldn’t drink for 6 months so I would be able to learn to drink properly afterwards, and graduate college. Upon returning home, my roommates kicked me out of our house after finding me hidden in my closet; high, but not drunk. I didn’t drink for those 6 months, but I didn’t stay clean. I moved into my own apartment where I could hide how bad things really got. I continued to work with my therapist, showing up to our sessions high and not working towards any of the goals we were setting. Somehow, through a haze of survival instinct I didn't know I still had, I managed to graduate. My 6 months of no drinking had finished and against my therapist's advice, I ran. I fled to Mexico. I spent months there, thinking a change of scenery would fix a broken spirit, but I only spiraled further. By the time I touched back down in Oregon, I was desperate. I knew I was dying. I reached out to the one person who had always held the rope for me, expecting her to pull me up again.She said no.She declined to work with me. At the time, it felt like the ultimate betrayal. I had trusted her with the most jagged pieces of my soul, and in my moment of greatest need, she closed the door. She said she couldn’t help me anymore, even if I got sober as she couldn’t trust me. I ended up back in the psych ward shortly after, vibrating from a week of no sleep and a body fueled by nothing but chemicals and alcohol.But that "no" did something "yes" never could. It forced me to realize that no one person could carry me—I had to learn how to stand on my own shaky legs.I was able to find a new therapist. I moved in with my lifelong best friend. I started attending meetings. I learned to ask for help, and hold myself accountable. There wasn’t a choice anymore.Today, I am nearly two years sober. I’ve held the same job for over a year, and I’m in a beautiful, loving relationship. After nearly a year of working with my new therapist she told me something I never thought I would hear, “Leah, I think our work here is done. It’s time for you to put your skills to work. You may always reach back out to me, but it’s time for you to start living your life.”  Each goodbyes has set me free, and for that I am grateful. Goodbye, Leah.

Can a Teenager in Oregon Start Therapy Without a Parent's Permission?

Can a Teenager in Oregon Start Therapy Without a Parent's Permission?

In Oregon, a 14-year-old can consent to their own outpatient mental health treatment. That surprises most parents and most teenagers. Here is what the law actually says and how I work with it in practice.

Treatment-resistant depression: what to ask about by name

Treatment-resistant depression: what to ask about by name

Treatment-resistant depression is a clinical term with a fairly unromantic definition: depression that has not responded adequately to at least two antidepressant trials, each at a reasonable dose for a reasonable…

When You’ve Learned to Second-Guess Yourself, Self-Advocacy Isn’t as Simple as “Speaking Up”

When You’ve Learned to Second-Guess Yourself, Self-Advocacy Isn’t as Simple as “Speaking Up”

“Advocate for yourself” is common advice. Ask questions. Set boundaries. Tell people what you need. Speak up when something is wrong. On the surface, this seems straightforward. In practice, self-advocacy can be much more complicated, particularly for women who have spent significant periods of their lives learning that speaking up comes with consequences. What happens when asking q

How Anxiety Fuels Rumination and What to Do

How Anxiety Fuels Rumination and What to Do

Overthinking can feel like problem-solving, but it often leaves people more anxious, more tired, and less clear than when they started. A person may replay a conversation, worry about what someone meant, imagine the worst possible outcome, or mentally rehearse every decision before taking action. At first, it can seem responsible. The mind says, "If I think about this long enough, I will finally f

What I Learned from Goodbye

What I Learned from Goodbye

The first time the floor fell out from under me, I was only ten years old. My mother died just six months after being diagnosed with cancer, a timeline so fast it felt less like a passing and more like a theft. By the time I got to college, I had already built a personal relationship with depression.So, when my best friend’s brother was shot and killed, it didn't just sadden me—it leveled me. I was trying to cope with my first internship, to maintain friendships, be 21, and graduate college. That family had become my second family, my safety net. When they broke, I broke. I didn’t just fall into a depression; I dove into it, sinking into my bed with my bottles drowning me. Slowly everything I was working towards slipped away. When you’re in that deep, the world shrinks to the size of a liquor bottle and the four walls of a bedroom you can’t bring yourself to leave. My dad’s neighbor, a therapist herself, eventually threw me a rope. She recommended a friend of hers to work with me.For nearly two years, that woman was my entire world. We met weekly, sometimes twice a week. She was there when the addiction took hold, and she was there when things got even darker—after I was sexually assaulted and the depression curdled into suicidal ideation. I was failing every class, a ghost in my own life, only stumbling to the nearest 7-11 or liquor store to refill my cup.She was the one who finally got me into rehab after two different stints in the psych ward. But addiction isn't a straight line. I left rehab early, promising my father I wouldn’t drink for 6 months so I would be able to learn to drink properly afterwards, and graduate college. Upon returning home, my roommates kicked me out of our house after finding me hidden in my closet; high, but not drunk. I didn’t drink for those 6 months, but I didn’t stay clean. I moved into my own apartment where I could hide how bad things really got. I continued to work with my therapist, showing up to our sessions high and not working towards any of the goals we were setting. Somehow, through a haze of survival instinct I didn't know I still had, I managed to graduate. My 6 months of no drinking had finished and against my therapist's advice, I ran. I fled to Mexico. I spent months there, thinking a change of scenery would fix a broken spirit, but I only spiraled further. By the time I touched back down in Oregon, I was desperate. I knew I was dying. I reached out to the one person who had always held the rope for me, expecting her to pull me up again.She said no.She declined to work with me. At the time, it felt like the ultimate betrayal. I had trusted her with the most jagged pieces of my soul, and in my moment of greatest need, she closed the door. She said she couldn’t help me anymore, even if I got sober as she couldn’t trust me. I ended up back in the psych ward shortly after, vibrating from a week of no sleep and a body fueled by nothing but chemicals and alcohol.But that "no" did something "yes" never could. It forced me to realize that no one person could carry me—I had to learn how to stand on my own shaky legs.I was able to find a new therapist. I moved in with my lifelong best friend. I started attending meetings. I learned to ask for help, and hold myself accountable. There wasn’t a choice anymore.Today, I am nearly two years sober. I’ve held the same job for over a year, and I’m in a beautiful, loving relationship. After nearly a year of working with my new therapist she told me something I never thought I would hear, “Leah, I think our work here is done. It’s time for you to put your skills to work. You may always reach back out to me, but it’s time for you to start living your life.”  Each goodbyes has set me free, and for that I am grateful. Goodbye, Leah.

Can a Teenager in Oregon Start Therapy Without a Parent's Permission?

Can a Teenager in Oregon Start Therapy Without a Parent's Permission?

In Oregon, a 14-year-old can consent to their own outpatient mental health treatment. That surprises most parents and most teenagers. Here is what the law actually says and how I work with it in practice.

Treatment-resistant depression: what to ask about by name

Treatment-resistant depression: what to ask about by name

Treatment-resistant depression is a clinical term with a fairly unromantic definition: depression that has not responded adequately to at least two antidepressant trials, each at a reasonable dose for a reasonable…

When You’ve Learned to Second-Guess Yourself, Self-Advocacy Isn’t as Simple as “Speaking Up”

When You’ve Learned to Second-Guess Yourself, Self-Advocacy Isn’t as Simple as “Speaking Up”

“Advocate for yourself” is common advice. Ask questions. Set boundaries. Tell people what you need. Speak up when something is wrong. On the surface, this seems straightforward. In practice, self-advocacy can be much more complicated, particularly for women who have spent significant periods of their lives learning that speaking up comes with consequences. What happens when asking q

The AI Feature I Chose Not to Build

The AI Feature I Chose Not to Build

As a therapist, I have complicated feelings about artificial intelligence. When AI became widely available, I was both fascinated and uneasy. Like a lot of people, I wondered where it would take us. Would it improve people's lives? Replace jobs? Weaken human connection? Change healthcare? I still don't know the answers to most of those questions. What I do know is that while building my app

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