by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
My son is waiting by the road for his ride to school. I remember being fourteen and waiting for my ride to school. Sometimes, I would try to walk the balance beam of railroad ties separating our yard from the shoulder of the road. But I bored of that quickly. Then, I...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
Confession: the first time I went to therapy, I’d been a therapist for more than five years. I asked a friend for a recommendation. He gave me the name of a therapist. I conveniently lost the number. Several weeks later, I asked him for it again, and he gave it to me...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
“How does this work?” It’s the first question many therapy clients ask. Those who don’t are probably just being polite. And it should be the first question. When I go to a medical doctor, I want to know what they’re doing and how it will heal my body. It’s totally...
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...
