Things are going to get personal, y'all. When my family comes up in conversation, I have a way of introducing them to strangers. I have a saying, "They put the fun in dysfunctional." It isn't always fun to be a part of my family. We aren't very good communicators, we avoid conflict like the plague, many of the women are controlling and manipulative and we hold grudges. I saw a therapist in college, because it was free and I recognized that I didn't want to bring my dysfunction into other relationships. I am most grateful to the therapist for two things: 1) She didn't allow me to blame people and 2) She taught me how to deal with my emotions. When I find myself ______________(insert emotion), I ask myself two questions: What am I feeling? What do I want? It doesn't sound life-changing, but it was to me. I had never learned how to process my emotions, they were always buried, repressed and "Carlsons don't talk about that stuff."...
My thoughts on life