Confessions of a Love Addict

I don’t think you can plan a life. I became a psychologist by mistake. I had actually planned to be an artist of sorts. Maybe, in some ways, I still am an artist. I hope so. What I do requires the ability to spontaneously respond to each person’s struggles, authentically. That’s surely done best when…

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I meet myself in a Labyrinth

Enter the labyrinth. The crunch of stones beneath my feet. The chime of wind in the trees. A canvas, calling me away from my own neurotic tale. Stories upon stories turning their pages through the stillness of the morning. I turn, only to meet myself again. A young man on a padded matt, tying knots…

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#Addiction: The hidden risk of Porn

There was a time when, if you wanted to get your hands on an x-rated video or magazine, you would have to physically go out and buy it. You would have to wait anxiously while the cashier quickly shoved it into a brown paper bag. Rush home and hope that no one would notice the…

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