Sometimes Discomfort Is the Best Medicine
Years ago, when I worked at both a treatment center and group practice in NYC, I ran coping skills groups. I love skills-based work—so often
Years ago, when I worked at both a treatment center and group practice in NYC, I ran coping skills groups. I love skills-based work—so often
“You don’t need to be fixed because you aren’t broken.” This is a line that I repeat often; we aren’t alarm clocks or printers. We
The amount of hats we wear can be exhausting. Years ago I led a therapy group where each person wrote down various parts and identities
I can’t tell you how many people have told me over the last year or so how disappointed they’ve been by the lack of support
If you’ve read my column at any point in the past 10 years then you likely know my general stance on body image: I’m an
This past week included some rough days. They happen to me—I’m human. Years ago when I worked in-person at a high level of care treatment
Picture that scene at the end of a book or movie where the protagonist makes the bold choice to abandon the path or romantic interest
Telling someone what he “should” do rarely helps the person, or relationship. “Shoulds” tend to feel distant and invalidating, despite some people wishing that someone
On March 26, Jonathain Haidt’s latest book, “The Anxious Generation,” was released, providing detailed evidence on the negative impact of social media on mental health.
I like to keep a lookout for a familiar response when I speak in groups, especially to adults: a raised eyebrow, crossed arms and even
Pesach feels significant in my own eating disorder history timeline. While I don’t speak about it much anymore, part of what propelled me to become
I first learned a few years ago that many schools—particularly girls’ schools—give the day off for Shushan Purim. This was news to me and when