by Karissa Mueller | May 15, 2020 | Mental Health
I don’t really get poetry. Which is kind of surprising since poetry is 99.9% about expressing feelings and ideas (something I’m kind of into), but it’s a form of writing I’ve never really been able to connect to. I think it’s because poetry is supposed to be rhythmic and while I’m a musically inclined person, rhythm has always been the most challenging element of music for me. Anyway, I recently heard the poem “Please Hear What I’m Not Saying” for the first time and wanted to share it because…
by Karissa Mueller | May 1, 2020 | Mental Health
I really hate when I see a social media post with #selfcare in the caption.
Please no. Just no. #selfcare is such a scam. Okay, maybe it’s a not scam in the sense that no one is pretending to be a Nigerian Prince while really trying to steal all your money. But…
by Karissa Mueller | Apr 15, 2020 | Mental Health
My work is to help you learn how to connect with that inside of yourself and learn to hear it so you can start living a life that is lead by your self – instead of one lead by other people’s/systems voices and opinions or your own limiting beliefs and stories you’ve been stuck in for too long.
by Karissa Mueller | Apr 1, 2020 | Mental Health
Everyone else was asleep and I was exhausted – but I was stuck wide awake. No amount of deep breathing was calming the tightness and pressure in my chest and I just kept running conversations through my head over and over – conversations with myself, with my husband, the universe, people from my past.
by Karissa Mueller | Mar 23, 2020 | Mental Health
This fucking sucks y’all. It sucks that people are getting sick and dying. It sucks that we might not have enough supplies to care for the sick and that our healthcare systems might be overwhelmed. It sucks that people are hoarding. It sucks…
by Karissa Mueller | Mar 1, 2020 | Mental Health
Self-care is about caring for yourself, not copying the ways others care for themselves. Self-care does not require extra time or money, only mindfulness, and acceptance. For me, this realization allowed me to accept myself where I am, as I am, in a way I’ve never been able to before in the midst of seasonal depression.
