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My path to recovery, there is HOPE.

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I am taking the advice of a phenomenally badass friend of mine and video blogging. 
It's raw, it's real, it's in my hotel room. Take a listen, be open.




I want to add that physical activity/movement is part of my self-care. It is also my job, so I guess that is why I didn't mention it. I love being outdoors, trail running or playing in the woods. I am a MovNat certified trainer, and I teach movement as well. There is healing in finding our way back into our own bodies, learning to breathe again, being present, regaining our physical strength and capability. A topic for another time, perhaps.

As promised, I gathered some resources, just in case you or someone you love need a little help. Remember, you are not alone, and you never have to be alone again.
If you would like to send me a message directly, I would love to hear from you: jessicagroveschapmanphd@gmail.com

Resources for Help
Drug Abuse and Addiction Information and Hotline: www.drugabuse.com
Alcoholics Anonymous: www.a…

How are you really feeling?

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Some days you just need to write, and today is one of those days. I have finally cried, tears I have needed for months. Big, gasping, bucketfuls of tears. So many my head and throat and eyes hurt. I imagine I will be quite puffy tomorrow, and yet, I don't think they are done. I sense many more in my near future.

Once upon a time I believed that crying was weakness. We are supposed to be happy, always. To be anything else was utter failure. Humans are happy. Elated, even. Except these over simplified emotions never fully explained the complexity of life events for me. Since I couldn't have the emotions I thought I was supposed to be having every second of every day, I used drugs and alcohol to help me. If I was completely numb, then all the emotions blurred. Of course, as you can imagine, that didn't work out so hot. Alcohol did exactly what it is supposed to do and provided very temporary positive effects that spiraled into heavy doses of magnified anxiety and depression e…

Resilient Scars

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New writing rule, Amy Winehouse for the hard shit. Girl totally got it. RIP.
So, I have been struggling connecting with chronic pain, something a lot of our clients (and my partner) live with daily. According to Brene Brown's synopsis on empathy, the path to connection and true empathy is being able to find the similarities in other's experiences. I have been in pain: check. I have been in a lot of physical pain: check. I understand the neuroscience and physiology of the pain response in the body: I mean, holy shit, that takes it all, right? NO. Stuck. I have been so fucking stuck on this. How do I relate? I pushed out two humans unmedicated from my vagina and thought I was going to die both times. I finished a marathon hobbling from a leg injury. I get pain. I just don't get non-musculoskeletal continuous pain. Or so I thought. Y'all, be really careful what you wish for, the Universe doesn't pull its punches.
The other day I was telling a client about this, she i…