Stress makes a mess

I’m not sure the extent to which this dis-ease may have been in my body prior to its full manifestation, but I do know that the year that it fully manifested was a fearful year for me.  And not in an entirely “bad” way.  I led a pretty predictable life for about eight years.  IContinue reading “Stress makes a mess”

Infusion Day

Went for infusion today. The nurses at the infusion center are really helpful! When this damnable evil attacked me, I was one of those people who 1) declared that Jesus would heal me 2) declared that Jesus would heal me through diet and supplements alone   and 3)after feeling horrific from weeks of my body being attackedContinue reading “Infusion Day”

I’m changing my thinking; I’m changing my life

In graduate school I solidified my preferred modality of therapy: Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT).   Yes indeedy, it was logical, it was empirically sound.  It fit me.  I liked it.  Over the years I had a supervisor and some other therapists question it’s efficacy to work with most clients, and I could not for the lifeContinue reading “I’m changing my thinking; I’m changing my life”

I don’t want to go outside

My name is Leslie, I’m an introvert, and I’m NOT looking forward to the world opening back up.  Listen, there was a time (years ago) when you would not have known that I was an introvert. I could work a room, talk to every person there, and strike up conversations with complete strangers.  Over theContinue reading “I don’t want to go outside”

Journey to healing

A personal reflection Days after Christmas 2019, I started having some crappy symptoms. Literally.  I noticed traces of blood when I used the restroom. Four years ago I had the same issue, and miraculously it cleared up when I incorporated more fiber into my diet and began my vegetarian journey.  So here I was, withContinue reading “Journey to healing”

Mourning the Loss of Hustle Culture

Written by Leslie Stevens, M.Ed., LCMHC I started working when I was 15 years old. I have held at least two jobs simultaneously since I started working. I haven’t always known the value of a dollar. My value was in making money, and since the age of 15, I purposed to do just that. IContinue reading “Mourning the Loss of Hustle Culture”