Emotional Healing

Finding Harmony with the Inner Critic

Our internal house can sometimes harbor different voices, different perspectives on the same circumstance.  When we are at war within, how can we truly know how we feel?

For instance, take my decision to open my private practice…part of me was thrilled and excited, ready for the adventure that comes from entrepreneurship.  Another part of me was terrified and negative, certain that this was a silly decision.  In the end, my internal cheerleader and risk-taker won the battle, placating my inner critic with the reasoning that I could always return to a 9-5 position if it didn’t work out.

But how are we to deal with our internal landscape, when we can have differing opinions and emotions towards the same circumstance?  It’s difficult enough to deal with external feedback, let alone be split into opposing teams within ourselves.

I’ve come to call this more fearful part of myself the “inner critic,” or sometimes, my “inner skeptic.”  This is the part of me that has internalized messages, likely from a young age, of fear and lack from the broader cultural landscape, or from personal experiences.  It’s the part of myself that worries about finances, takes to heart stories of failure or loss, or worries about potential or actualized missteps.

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Inspirational Figures, Personal Stories

Lessons from Beyond the Rainbow

Judy GarlandToday, on the anniversary of Judy Garland’s famously attended funeral in New York City, along with the NYC Gay Pride parade this weekend, it seemed like an appropriate time to devote a blog post to this icon.  She is a deeply beloved figure both within the gay community and to children and adults around the world who have landed upon her classic film, the Wizard of Oz.  I was one of those kids, awed and fascinated by the innocent and beautiful Dorothy in the blue dress.  The Wizard of Oz played on repeat in my home, as I fawned over her voice, her sparkly red shoes, and her metaphorical journey back home. 

As beloved and talented as she was, she was also a tragic figure, dying at the early age of 47 from an accidental barbiturate overdose, with a long string of failed marriages behind her and a history of childhood abuse by studio executives.  As loved as she was, she never could quite seem to muster that same love for herself.  She picked herself up by the bootstraps many a time, only to fall back into the same patterns of addiction and difficult men. Continue reading “Lessons from Beyond the Rainbow”