Posts Tagged With: family

There are leftovers and they are everywhere

Happy late Thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates! I hope you all ate until you fell into a coma. 

My family always hosts this holiday, it’s tradition. We had a full house yesterday cramming 35 people into my basement. I got to meet my baby cousin for the first time and a huge family secret was revealed. (Dun dun DUNNNNNN) Turns out I’m German on my dad’s side. For some reason my grandma kept our heritage a secret for decades.. I don’t know what for but I guess I’m German now!

It’s been a long time since I’ve struggled with eating and I think that since I’ve made the change towards going vegetarian my relationship with food has changed a lot. Last night I loaded up a plate and ate in front of my entire family (which used to be hard for me) and I sincerely enjoyed all of it. 



It just feels really good to honor my health and body. Eating is such a basic component of life, you do it if you want to live. It seems like such a simple concept but some endure battles each day to perform this task. I’m lucky to not only be in a healthy state of mind but also to be able to access food whenever needed. It’s hard to grasp that some people actually go without meals because they simple can’t obtain food. 

Things to be thankful for: food, juice machines, GPS systems, highlighters, facial moisturizers, sweaters, large pockets. 

I love you all and extra enjoy your next snack.

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Can I lay on your couch and talk about my problems

Yesterday I did something I told myself I would never do ever again – I went back to therapy.

My mom believes my boyfriend is bad news, and insisted that if I wouldn’t talk to her or my dad about anything the least I could do was tell a therapist. At first I was mad, like, really mad. I stormed out of my parents’ room and flopped face-first onto my bed. I’m in college, why did my mom think it was acceptable to schedule an appointment with a therapist for me without even asking me if that’s something I wanted? Then I realized that most times people who need therapy go because they’re being forced to attend. Maybe this actually was something I needed.

By morning I felt better and reluctantly agreed. I’d go for my mom so she could have some peace of mind. I don’t plan on being a mother any time soon, but as I grow up I’m beginning to understand what it must feel like to be a parent. My doctor’s office was only a town away and took me about 15 minutes to reach. I was thankful that I could drive myself there, it gave me a greater sense of independence. I passed coffee shops and bookstores on my way, delighted at how adorable the downtown area was. I entered the office and handed over my insurance information, then filled out legal forms.

As she opened the door, my therapist looked exactly as I remembered her 3 years ago. Her short layers flared out at the ends and she wore a floral scarf over her blazer. I was impressed at how much she remembered about my life, from my grades in high school to family vacations. We shared small talk about college and our new puppies, then a melancholy silence reminded us of the real reason I sat on her sofa.

I told her about my relationship, the way things slipped out of our hands before we knew what was happening. She told me it was evident that after just 3 months of dating someone I had grown tremendously. She was appalled at how I felt I was wasting all of his time, nothing was wasted she said. We talked for an hour, then I signed a check and she scribbled in her calendar. I’ll be seeing her again next week.

It took a few days and multiple cups of tea for me to realize that going to therapy is nothing to be ashamed of. I attended it for 5 years in the past and took a 3 year break, and that’s fantastic. I’ve made so much progress with my old struggles, and I just so happen to be facing a new obstacle. Kudos to my readers who keep in touch with a therapist as well.

So much love,

Jessie

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