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When you’re worn out from pretending that you’re “back on your feet,” when friends and family are urging you to “get out more,” when you find it too draining to keep up with life’s many responsibilities, it’s time to seek help.

Sometimes the loss is another person–spouse or romantic partner, child, sibling, best friend. That person may have died, moved away, abandoned you, gone to prison, or suffered an illness so severe that she is gone to you while still alive.

Sometimes the bereavement is complicated; the one who died turns out to be someone radically different from the person you thought you knew. Confusion, resentment, betrayal, compound the loss.

Sometimes you lose a part of yourself. Unemployment, sickness, depression, infertility, chronic pain can alter your sense of self. Accompanying that loss is loss of a dream and even of hope.

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Rescue Marriages

It probably seemed pretty clear how the first problem marriage structure, of the over- and under-functioning spouses, could lead to marital stress–although  many of these couples stay together for the long-term. The second ‘problem marriage,’ in my view, though, is that of the rescue marriage, and oftentimes it’s harder for people to see the problem with […]

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Who’s Secret Is It? Yours, Mine, or the FBI’s?

The news media–ultimate invader and purveyor of secrets–feasts eagerly upon two categories of secrets:  governmental secrets, prominently intended to protect or harm one or the other party. and dirty “little” secrets, where dozen to hundreds of individuals are molested or brutalized in silence. For the first, think of the FBI’s trove of info about Russian […]

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Eating Crow in 2018

“Eat more crow. Its the most nutritious of all brain foods.” This New Year’s advice from Jason Zweig (WSJ, Dec.30, 2017), although it appeared 3/4 of the way though a longish series of resolutions, arrested me, shouted out to me, and pierced me. When I was a self-righteous teen-ager (weren’t we all?), frustrated Mom stomped […]

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