Paleys on a Pod

Last night I released the second episode of me and my dad’s podcast. I was nervous to record it, because I’ve been in a depressive episode for a few weeks. It’s not that I’m afraid to be vulnerable, but I’ve been in so much discomfort that I didn’t know how to share it. And I feel some shame about where I am, although I know that’s not serving me either. My dad is so composed and supportive. It helped to have the conversation with him. I miss him. He’s been in Europe for a few months. Everything feels like it’s changing and I feel stuck. I am trying to change my thinking. I have the tools but I’ve tossed them aside. I wonder if anyone can relate. When you know what you need to do, but you’re so used to being in misery? It feels pathetic, but I’m slowly trying to get myself out. I don’t mean to complain, but I think about all this a lot so it‘s in my writing. But maybe tomorrow I’ll think of a fun story to share. I did do something fun the other night. I saw Billy Crystal on broadway in his new musical, Mr Saturday Night. He was brilliant as always and I wore a pretty vintage yellow dress. My healer friend said to wear yellow. much love to all.