#therapy

When I was younger, I was terrified to express anger because it would often kick-start a horrible reaction in the men in my life. So I bit my tongue. I was left to painstakingly deal with the aftermath of my avoidance later in life, in therapy or through the lyrics of my songs. ↗

— Alanis Morissette

#anger #avoidance #because #bit #deal

I was left to painstakingly deal with the aftermath of my avoidance later in life, in therapy or through the lyrics of my songs. ↗

— Alanis Morissette

#avoidance #deal #i #later #left

My routines come out of total unhappiness. My audiences are my group therapy. ↗

— Joan Rivers

#come #group #out #routines #therapy

He wanted to play accordion on something of mine and I said you can play accordion, but I want you to play piano and organ on some stuff. He came over a couple times a week for two weeks and gave me therapy as to whether I should do The Thorns or not. ↗

— Matthew Sweet

#came #couple #couple times #gave #i

He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts ↗

— Stephen King

#it #lisp #stutter #therapy #tongue-twister

Therapy can help you grow. Fears will just disappear. ↗

— Stephanie Mills

#fears #grow #help #just #therapy

I think therapy is a rather misguided notion of capitalist societies whereby the self-indulgent examination of one's life supersedes the actual living of said life. ↗

— Peter Cameron

#therapy #humor

Sorrow can be a bully. ↗

— Amy Waldman

#healing #therapy #bullying

The field of psychotherapy is based on the premise that people can change, yet since the origins of psychology, the prevailing view has been that human beings are predetermined by forces outside of their control. ↗

— Cloe Madanes from The Violence of Men

#psychology #change

Wisteria hangs over the eaves like clumps of ghostly grapes. Euphorbia's pale blooms billow like sea froth. Blood grass twists upward, knifing the air, while underground its roots go berserk, goosing everything in their path. A magnolia, impatient with vulvic flesh, erupts in front of the living room window. The recovering terrorist--holding a watering can filled with equal parts fish fertilizer and water, paisley gloves right up over her freckled forearms, a straw hat with its big brim shading her eyes, old tennis shoes speckled with dew--moves through her front garden. Her face, she tells herself, like a Zen koan. The look of one lip smiling. ↗

— Zsuzsi Gartner

#humor #self-image #violence #equality