Every morning, for me, includes searching for words for my daily blog post that are anti-stress. These searches help me face each new day, because it’s so difficult to find anti-stress words anywhere else.
Before I join my training group this morning on Developing Resilient Group Leadership (which will probably include some anti-stress word searches), let’s search for anti-stress words and images together.
Every day, I search for words, images, and also music that are anti-stress. If you search the words in this post, you’ll find this …
What I’m hearing, whenever somebody asks me what kind of animal I might want to be, is myself answering: “I would want to be a duck, because ducks are comfortable on land, on water, and in the air, they mate for life, and they make extremely silly noises.”
What I’m hearing, these days, are people are having more difficulty hearing because there is so much competing noise out there about what people need to do to be healthy and to survive.
What I’m hearing is that it’s time for me to share my first photo of the day:
What I’m hearing is that I will be able to conduct my Coping and Healing groups using a remote telehealth platform, starting today. What I’m hearing is that several different people will be participating in today’s group.
What I’m hearing is that people are nervous when they do anything new for the first time. Who looks particularly nervous in that photo above? I’m hearing that the duck is a little anxious.
What I’m hearing is that the supply chain of food is okay, for now.
What I’m hearing is that sometimes happy coincidences happen, as you can see from last night’s teabag saying:
According to the Wikipedia page about “Ain’t That Peculiar,” the song is “about the torment of a painful relationship.”
The painful relationship I am most aware of — right now, in my life — is the relationship between me and
too-harsh inner critic.
This is on my mind, at the moment, because one of my patients got turned down by an insurance company for long-term disability, even though she cannot work, due to her depression. I’ve heard that initial turn-downs are a matter-of-course, these days. I have to believe that our appeal will be successful. But I just found out, yesterday, that all her treaters, including me, have to submit all supporting arguments by this Friday, or her appeal will be denied.
Ain’t that peculiar? It is to me.
This situation affected my sleep last night. Right now, I am afraid that the other treaters (the medical doctor and the medication prescriber) might not be available to help me document our case well enough, before Friday.
Ain’t that peculiar? Both of them, most likely, will be able — and eager — to help. However, they haven’t responded to my email from yesterday yet, so I am expecting the worst.
Ain’t that peculiar?
The treater who prescribes the anti-depressant medication is somebody I know pretty well and respect a lot. When we first spoke about the disability turn-down, I discovered that we both, automatically, blamed ourselves, because we each felt our documenting notes could have been better.
Ain’t that peculiar? Anything anybody writes could be better, including medical notes. We are not to blame for the disability turn-down. We can (and will) provide more evidence. And we both hope we will do a good enough job, with the appeal.
I am really focusing, this morning, on worst-case scenarios, about this disability case. Therapists specializing in Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) might say that I’m catastrophizing about it. These therapists might say that I am blaming, minimizing/maximizing, negative filtering, fortune-telling, mind-reading, comparing, personalizing, name-calling, and experiencing every other CBT distortion on this list.
Ain’t that Peculiar? I AM a therapist who uses CBT in my work. And, there are many good things for me to focus on this morning, including:
More and more people coming to my therapy groups,
My patients expressing gratitude for what they are getting,
My feeling much healthier these days, after some scary medical experiences this year, and
Lots of positive and hopeful developments, in my personal and work life.
And yet, I am focusing, this morning, on worry about this woman and her getting turned down for an extension of her long-term disability, by an insurance company that might initially turn down most disability requests.
Ain’t That Peculiar?
Yesterday, besides thinking about these things, I also took several photos, which is not so peculiar.
Do you see any peculiarities here?
Last night, when my son and I were waiting for a stand-up comedy show to start, I showed him the photos I had taken that day. I asked him if he found anything peculiar about them. Some he did, some he didn’t.
Ain’t that peculiar?
Then, I took these photos:
At this point, I don’t even know what is and isn’t peculiar, myself. I just know I have to get ready for work.
Thanks to Marvin Gaye, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, people I work with, my son, Cheers, and to you — of course! — for any peculiarities you might bring with you, today.
NOTE added at 2 PM, the same day: I spoke with the insurance company and found out that I had been misinformed. We have more time to appeal. Ain’t that peculiar?