by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
My kids think I’m a god. No matter what I do to correct this notion—no matter how many mistakes I make, how many times I lose my cool, how many times I have to apologize, how many times my back goes out, how many times I can’t be in two places at once or speak to more...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
My clients tend to think I’ll be surprised when they cancel a session. The truth is, I’m surprised when they show up. In fact, it amazes me whenever anyone chooses to go to therapy. Think about it. When you go to therapy, you’re choosing to be vulnerable. You’re...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
I’m in my therapy office, sitting on a beach ball, slowly sinking to the floor. I had arrived in a frenzy of Monday morning doing and thinking, to find the ball with a note attached, saying, “Just a visual reminder. We love your blog!” Grateful for the affirmation and...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
My youngest son is a lot like me—he pretty much organizes his life around avoiding physical pain and discomfort. So, when he got pink eye, and the doctor ordered us to put antibiotic drops in his eye, I wondered if we could just lock him in his room for a week until...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
In February of this year, I wrote publicly about my recent depression. I’d been depressed before, but this time my approach to the depression had been different. I’d spent weeks in the darkness, but instead of fighting against it, I’d allowed it. I’d decided to learn...
