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...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
The night before my parents dropped me off at Penn State University for graduate school, my father tried to encourage me. Perhaps noticing my anxiety about starting from scratch socially, he told me I was likeable and people would want to be with me. I retorted,...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
Dear Fellow Travelers, I’ll be the first to admit, writing a letter like this is unusual. We’re not supposed to talk in public about what we talk about in private. You’re supposed to hide your decision to see me, as if it means you’re more damaged or more fragile than...
