Facing Grief in Covid Times

My father died suddenly almost 56 ago. He was 56 when he died, and he would have been 112 years old today if he were still alive. I have been a therapist in private practice for 35 years.  One of my specialties is grief therapy. I wonder how that happened.  I seem to miss him...

Promise of Better Days Ahead: Part 10 Seeking Safety

I wake up in the morning religiously at four thirty AM.  I have no need to get up that early.  I don’t have a job that requires predawn awakening.  I am startled when I open my eyes and begin to have this worried sensation in my body.  My stomach is upset and the quiet in...

Grief: We Muddle through Loss Together

  Hi, my name is Bob Livingstone and I am a psychotherapist based in the San Francisco Bay Area.  I have been fortunate to have worked with many around the issues of grief and loss for the past thirty-two years.   I chose to specialize in this area because my father died suddenly when I...

Part 3: Promise of Better Days Ahead -The Heart Edition

Ten years ago, April 15, 2009, I passed out while running and almost died. I didn’t tell anyone about collapsing on the grass for a week. This silence is due to a combination of toxic masculinity and denial. I was terrified two weeks later when my wife, Gail drove me to the Hospital Emergency Room....

How America’s Institutions Failed my Family and What I did about it

My father died suddenly on Nov. 9, 1966 when I was fifteen years old. He had a stroke, went to the ICU and died two days later. When I think about this awful/pivotal time, I have a vast array of angry and sad feelings. How institutions failed my family: The hospital would not allow my...