<![CDATA[Figure It In, LLC - Mythology]]>Thu, 06 Jun 2024 10:56:50 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[Right Brain]]>Thu, 12 Nov 2015 08:00:00 GMThttps://www.figureitin.org/mythology/right-brain
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In a land called Abundant there lived a human girl. She loved the colors around her, and changed each moment as they grew. But alas, her mission of completing a psychology degree called her far away from the colors, to a dry desert of shadows that she feared would split her apart.


The roads she took, led her deep into faults, and valleys, and caves, through the darkness of all. Scarcity abounded, in a scared city afar, and when the human girl arrived, she vaulted her heart. "I'll protect it, you see, they can't break me." and the girl tried to practice impartiality. But again, the winds changed, the frozen rain came, and each day the girl felt a bit more cold and deranged.

The world felt darker, the lighter farther away. The girl wandered in fear, shrinking in shame. "I thought it was them, so primitive and biased, but the more I am here, the more I am like them." She shuddered in terror, as memories rushed in, "maybe they aren't what I hate, and instead I'm the mistake!"

Black and white, the world became, the good was gone, the bad was blamed. "A dream!" she thought, so bitterly, "my delusions of peace and prosperity." "Trusting is false, a fools errand for sure." The girl learned to stay silent as she watched others hurt, and crack-by-crack, the girl turned curt.

In the practice of blaming she sank very deep, and less and less often, wondered, "am I still awake?" In spare moments of quiet, between the business, the girl wished for different because her heart missed....the colors, and dew drops, and connections between. But then the cold in her heart muddied her being. "It's buried safe" she thought, convincing herself, when I leave here someday, I won't complain."

Eventually, the girl you see, lost her voice completely, and forgot how to sing. Making a bond: Dancing was evil because pleasure was lust, and joy was an illusion of those called feeble. Her body an object, to control and contain. Her heart began sinking and her health shrinking. So many patients, and so little time, the girl became sicker, and started to whine. "I'm cursed!" she moaned, despondently, and with a tightening breath, went her curiosity.

.... How does the story end? ​​
]]><![CDATA["want a diploma?]]>Sat, 28 Feb 2015 14:57:21 GMThttps://www.figureitin.org/mythology/want-a-diploma.... then go on internship!"

Not to complain about being misinformed, but 4 years into my doctoral program (which was about 2 years ago now), I learned that clinical psychology is one of the only professions that literally holds your diploma hostage until you complete internship. Even though it's technically often a 'degree in philosophy' (i.e., all you have to do to philosophize is think really hard), clinical psychology demands, nay mandates, that all clinical psychologists complete a 1 year internship at an accredited site. I wont get started on how there are less sites than students (by about 1000) each year.

So, long story short, this is an account of this "internship" voyage... from bitching beginning to finish....
well kinda. I'm actually starting this blog one week after I found out where I'm going. Somehow being matched to "Podunk" USA hit home (like a kick in the gut) how real this all is and I decided that I would start an anonymous blog to keep a record of how I lost my mind... or how I survived.... either way hopefully it's entertaining for my readership... and a tiny distraction for me. I'm going to be far away from everything and everyone I love... and in the middle of a desert (complete with your random tumbleweed blowing across the road and cowboys walking around with guns on their hips... no joke). So, what better way to spend my time than bloggin'? (I'm trying to prepare myself to fit in and regress my language to the country way....)

Please feel free to comment, rant, or laugh at anything or everything I say. Also, please note: I completely anticipate that much of what I write here will be unreasonable and skewed portrayals of a complex, diverse, and unique little town... however... I need somewhere to say what I see... so that I can be the new gal in town who was here for one year and then left....  instead of being the new gal in town who lost her shit and got carried away to the hospital lockdown ward where she used to work! .... and is still here.
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