Greetings, hi, hello! It’s nice to make your “e”cquaintance. My name is Tiff Tuttle and I like you. I mean, as long as you don’t pinch babies and push old people down, I like you.

I am a clinical psychologist with a doctorate degree and all that, and I love my job (serious love times). I get to hear amazing stories from everyday people like you and me who struggle with life sometimes. I witness people transform their lives and move from depressive, shit, aggro, misery-ville to happy, joy, energized, fulfillment-town. I hear it all and I witness growth.

I am devoted to helping others overcome depression, anxiety, insecurity, fear, relationship difficulties, and past trauma (+plus+ anything else keeping you down). My goal with this blog is to help you become the happiest, most baddest assed, and supremely amazing human being you can be. The reality is, we share a collective heartbeat. We all get embarrassed if there is a booger on our nose we don’t know about, or if a fart comes out during sex. We all want to find someone who understands us, who “gets” us, who loves us, and similarly, we want to give love back. We want to feel competent, and we all seek meaning. One of my sayings is “You Deserve Happiness Now.” Your amazing mind wants you to be healthy and to be happy, and it is 100% absolutely possible. No matter who you are, where you came from, what your past may be, you-deserve-happiness-now. Read along and let me help you find out what this looks like. I’ll throw in some jokes about butts, cunty acting people, and penises (like it’s worth over girth any day), to keep things interesting. You provide the authenticity and willingness to grow, I’ll bring the knowledge and low-brow humor. Deal?!

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    AUTHOR: // CATEGORY: self-help

    Hi! If you’re like me then sometimes you get philosophical and existential and ask yourself lots of questions, like, “Why am I doing this?” I do this a lot and sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s painstakingly oppressive and punishing because scrutinizing yourself, your thoughts and your behavior can be daunting. However, good can come out of it when you remind yourself that you are asking these questions to increase your knowledge of self, and that’s a terrific thing because that helps you become enlightened. And when you’re enlightened you function on a deeper level and are equipped to be a better version of yourself, and hence, a better citizen of planet earth. (Not saying I’m Queen of Enlightenment here. I hear gossip, I make shitty jokes to get my friends to laugh, I’m a brat sometimes :/ etc, but I’m in process and that goes a long way!)

    Last year I was looking at/super examining my social media behavior and I spent a lot of time thinking about why I post what I do? I felt so many weird things. I felt really vain, I felt dumb, and I felt like I was giving up a sense of control. I realized that the response I got from a picture had a big impact on my thoughts and feelings, and I grew less and less comfortable with this. Social media could make me feel good or bad and this made me feel like I was forfeiting myself. What I’m trying to say is the idea that a phenomenon like social media could shape my emotions was something that freaked me out. I felt like I was in a trance and got upset because I was the one knowingly and agreeably participating in it. So, in an effort to understand why I was feeling what I was, and to regain the sense of control I felt like I was giving away, I did a self-experiment and stopped posting pics on my personal IG for about a year. I kept a private one and I accepted no followers (no one really knew I had it!). I did this to reconnect to why I post pics in the first place, reason being because I wanted to. The only response I was getting was from me, and what I found was that I still felt happy and excited to post my pics knowing they would not be seen by another person for a year (or maybe ever). Success! I loved my private little IG. I was stoked to post pics to it and I did it for myself. Even though I have spectacular friends and family (so grateful for this), near and far, from here to Australia, the UK, Netherlands, Serbia, and all across North America, posting for myself was really cool.

    Now I have made my private little IG public for a bit and posted the pics from my last year +. Not because I am super awesome and interesting, I’m not, but because it was something I set out to do. And because my super friends and family might be interested to see what I’ve been up to in the last year or so. Feels like a little photo album I’m handing to you (115 pics to see!).

    Highlight of other reasons I took a break from my personal IG are: 1.) I started to feel guilt, responsibility and pressure to “like” all the pics I saw. This is because I love the people I follow and didn’t want someone to think I saw their pic and didn’t “like” it. My friendships are not based on freaking “likes”?! but I still felt bad not looking through so many pics to make sure I double tapped every one. And that was seriously time consuming. 2.) I would be sad if I didn’t get a specific reaction or like from certain people (ties into the previous point). Like, “Homey likes X’s pics all the time and not mine, I see how it is.” Weird way to be influenced but I couldn’t help speculate! So I took myself out of that mind-game, realigned my ideas, and reassessed some connections. 3.) I felt bad for adding to what I sometimes felt was visual pollution to your feeds. As in, to the people who follow me. I thought, “Hey man, you don’t need yet another thing to stimulate you. To waste your time. I should keep this pic to myself.” 4.) Vanity. I felt so self-centered. 5.) I wanted to reconnect to buds in other ways. And I did. I made more of an effort to make plans with friends, and success again! I made a bunch of lunch and dinner dates with some of my fave humans, and I heard things from their physical mouths, rather than hearing about it via IG.

    In summary, whether you can or can’t relate to me, I think it’s important to at least ask yourself why you do what you do. Technology and IG are so cool in a lot of ways. They can connect people and do real good, but they can also have a drastic influence on you, your thoughts and behavior if you let them. Spend some time assessing how much you let outside factors influence your inner thoughts and feelings. And if you’re like me and feel like you’ve forfeited control, figure out what you need to do to get it back- in a safe, healthy and reasonable way of course. Peace out for now! Thanks for reading. I’m going to keep my blog going and the next post will be on how taking a spider outside can help save humanity. Not kidding!

    Last, my IG account that this whole post was about is @zlatuttle. If you want to see what I was up to for the last year, head that way. Going to switch it back to private in a few days but you can peep it before then. Thanks again for reading!


    AUTHOR: // CATEGORY: self-help

    Oh love, you fancy bitch. In honor of Saint Valentine I’m dedicating this post to all the folks out there in a relationship. Whether you’re just starting out and are a cute little dovey fledgling couple, are over the 2 year “getting to know each other” but under the 5 year “I’ve totally farted in front of you” phase, or are a post 10//decade+ romance like me (16 years and counting- hollah), I’m going to outline some info I think might be useful to you and your partner. *I am writing a second book on relationships called, “Please Don’t Get Semen in My Eye; the nuts and bolts of relationships.” Don’t be fooled by the tender title, it’ll be a look at the practical things that go into making a strong relationship. I’ve studied relationships, facilitated couples counseling, and have been in a relationship that’s seen some shit. Including dealing with long distance for a good chunk of time, being cheated on, peacing out then working it out- and then later getting married (whut?!), and now, dealing with weirdness about having kids//not having kids. That book will be out sometime in the year 20-something. Whatever forever, I do what I want.

    For now, here are some things that might help you in your partnership. Three little nuggets of insight, because while there is more to it, who has an attention span longer than 4 minutes for a freaking blog post written by someone you only 5% care about?

    1.) Being inconsiderate will poison your relationship. What is inconsiderate? Here are some words the internet uses to define it (research!): thoughtless, unthinking, insensitive, selfish, self-centered, unsympathetic, uncaring, heedless, unmindful, unkind, uncharitable, ungracious, impolite, discourteous, rude, disrespectful. Things get all fucky because as humans we can have different perspectives on issues, situations and stuff. *We can also have identical perspectives on issues, situations and stuff, too. Therein lies the tricky dicky nature of relationships. What I view as inconsiderate you may see as a non-issue. In fact what I view as “inconsiderate” you may view as so much of a non-issue that you think I’m nagging you, a regular ole Naggy McGee up in here, driving a Naguar, with a nagazine in my travel tote. And then if you think that, what do I think? I think that you’re a soaking wet jack-ass drenched in piss and vinegar (again). Where does that leave us? It leaves us in a dank spot, probably both feeling mad or frustrated or whatever other word you want to use that captures a shit feeling state. In this example there is no hero or villain, there’s only one us. Me thinking you’re inconsiderate doesn’t automatically make the thing that you did inconsiderate, it doesn’t make me right. But if I feel it, if I feel that you’re inconsiderate* (*insensitive, selfish, rude, disrespectful etc), it-must-be-dealt-with-together. The underlying principle here is that if 1 of the 2 people in your monogamous relationship has a problem with something, then it should be important to both people. When a person in a partnership feels something so intensely that it disrupts the harmony of the dynamic, it should be discussed so both people can share their thoughts, feelings, and ideas. Coming together to share these things is the only way to resolve it. You have to talk about it.

    2.) Stop avoiding talking about it. That shitty thing that is eating at you needs a voice and you have to be the person who speaks the faaack up to give it one. I’m not saying go mental and scream until your lungs give out- in fact, when you yell, you may be less inclined to be heard (how’s that for irony), but you do have to speak up. Why do you think you hold onto things? Why can’t you let it go? Why does it gnaw at ya? Because it’s unresolved. Unnnnnnnnnn-reeeeeeeee-solvedddddddd. U-N-R-E-S-O-L-V-E-D (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). And what do you think happens to things that are unresolved? Do they get better as time goes on? Do they magically turn into dust, or go away randomly on their own? Hmmmm, does a brain tumor go away randomly on its own? Nope. When you don’t talk about something important two glorious things happen-

    (A) you ruminate and stew and brood and get all sorts of next level pisseds. So many pisseds that your reality begins to get f’ed with. You start pulling for things to reinforce your feelings, examples left and right of “inconsiderate,” and you can actually experience certain things your partner does or does not do, in a distorted way. The idea that your thoughts and feelings have the ability to influence what you actually experience in life is both really rad and really scary. It’s rad when you use your thoughts and feelings to cope in adaptive ways, to pull yourself up out of the dumps, and transcend your limits in healthy ways. It’s bad when you have something so unresolved that it amasses to the point where you’re not seeing things clearly and you have blinders on. *As a side, this is where people get into trouble with justification. Justifying to the most disgusting n’th degree why you did something hurtful. “I called you a maggoty sack of donkey shit because you pushed me to.” “I cheated because things have been bad for so long.” “We broke up because he’s not as assertive as I want.” “We broke up because our sex life fizzled out.” How is the other half of your duo going to know you have a problem with something IF you don’t mention it? Or IF you mention it but do not clearly/truthfully/accurately convey how important it is to you? They’ll keep living in their world and soon you’ll be on planet Melmac. Moving right into my next point-

    (B) the other glorious thing that avoidance does is it causes distance between you and your partner. The bigger the thing(s) you’re avoiding, the further the distance. The more you avoid, the further you both sail away from each other and soon your relationSHIP will break apart and sink. Say sayonara to having a healthy and fulfilled dynamic if you or your partner don’t learn how to stop avoiding and start talking about things. And I get why people avoid. We avoid because we get uncomfortable talking about certain things. We don’t want to hurt our partner’s feelings, we don’t want them to be mad at us, and we don’t want to feel like a jerk. But can you see the error in this? Not only are you doing your relationship a disservice, you are deluding yourself into thinking you’re the good guy/gal. You’re not! When you avoid to prevent discomfort or a fight that you “know will happen” (ugh, that excuse is something I hear all the time in therapy!), the only person you’re thinking about is yourself. YOU don’t want to deal with it. YOU don’t want to go there. YOU don’t want to open a can of worms. Well, if you love your relationship and want it to work, here’s a can opener, open that bitch up. It’s the only way to let air in. Air on a wound will heal it, keeping it sealed up will make it fester and it’ll get all crusty and infected. I’m not attacking you avoiders out there, I do it too, but only for a little and I’ll say (for example, to my husband), “I’m so mad right now, I need a little while to get my self and my thoughts together, can we talk about it in 1 hour.” It’s not always said in a nicey tone, I’m human, I can get ultra pissed and I have an inner Beyonce thow’ing middle fingers up waving ‘boy bye’ sometimes too. The point here is that you talk about it together. If you want to get through something together, you have to let the other person in on what’s going on in that beautiful, magnificent, but also sometimes bonkers head of yours. AND if you need help talking about something, maybe you would benefit from speaking to a therapist or seeking couples counseling. Maybe you never really had a “healthy” romantic relationship modeled to you, or maybe you’ve never been in one so you are learning. That’s ok. In the US, I recommend looking at www.psychologytoday.com to find a therapist in your area.

    3.) Try putting yourself in your partner’s shoes. I know when our buttons are pushed it’s easy to be reactive, but before you react, try having a moment where you attempt to understand where your partner is coming from. Why he or she may have said, done, or acted the way they did in a scenario that made you mad or hurt or sad. What could be contributing to it? Does it have anything to do with you perhaps? Perrrrrrrrhaps? I mean, when something is up in a relationship it’s not usually one sided. There’s usually more depth and dimension to it, and you’d benefit from asking yourself and thinking about what you’re doing to contribute to the dynamic that exists. I’m not telling you to obsess over yourself and try to read your partner’s mind and get all neurotic and super anxious, don’t do that, but do raise your level of interpersonal awareness by stepping into your partner’s shoes.

    There’s certainly a lot more that goes into making a relationship work, but for a blog post this seems like enough. Last, I’ll say that yes men can be pigs and girls can suck. But know what? Pigs are adorable and smart and loving and funny (don’t eat them, go veg!). And girls, while we may suck sometimes, we also happen to be able to lick and blow too. We’re sweet, intelligent, kind and bad-ass. The truth is, men and women are not that different. If you’re in a committed relationship and you want it to last, you have to be willing to communicate openly with each other. And both partners have to be willing to receive what the other is saying. If you both have the desire to work on something, your chances of getting through the proverbial “it” increase exponentially, and soon you and your mate will be riding the happy train all the way to Blissville. Smooching passionately, hand in hand, in first class.

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    AUTHOR: // CATEGORY: self-help

    “Vhy youu no haffve baybee, Tiffi?! Whatz’ a’mattah youu?” *Said in the voice of one of my 400 Serbian aunts. The short answer to this question is because there are too many things I’m uncertain about. The long answer follows…

    Simply stated, I write these posts to help people and they are inspired by what’s on my mind. As of late, like, the last 12 months, and more highly acutely the last 6 months, I have struggled with the question, “Should I have a baby?” Every single day for the last 6 months I think about this, and I try to find an answer. My thoughts are in a constant old school WWF wrestling match with my emotions, and I can’t figure this shit out. Not being able to “figure it out” is a new phenomenon to me. I’m a problem solver with an active style of coping, and I can usually handle these types of things. However, this topic, oh you know, the one about determining whether or not to make a human life, has put me in a purgatory of indecision. It is overwhelming and often feels like relentless torment. Therefore, I’ve chosen to leave my comfort zone and write this personal piece in the hopes that I can help someone who relates to the struggles I’m experiencing. And I know there are people like me out there because I’ve done research, read articles, journals, interviews, etc. and I’ve seen evidence that this specific pain is a thing. I haven’t come across much information describing just how much of a mother fucker this struggle can be, so that’s why I’m writing this post. It’s not about coping skills, tips, and tools this time around. Instead, what will follow are 10 factors that I believe cause and contribute to confusion, doubt, and indecision (specifically, my own confusion, doubt, and indecision) as it relates to procreating in the modern world. In other words, why the fuck it can be so hard for someone, male or female, to determine whether they want to have a baby, and become a parent. *Full disclosure: I know this can be a sensitive topic, so if you continue reading, please understand that none of this is meant to insult anyone, with or without kids, it’s just information I am sharing.*

    (1) Why. Just, why? I’ve asked myself this so many times, and I don’t have a good answer. The best answer I can think of is because I have so much love to give, I deeply love my husband, I love kids, and to create a life from love this pure would be a beautiful thing. LAME TIFFANY!!! Fucking lame. I can express that loving energy in ways other than making a life. This “love” I refer to can be put into other areas and is not accessable only once you have a child. Ok then, why else might I want to have a kid? Do I have land that needs farmhands to help tend to it? Nope. Is my biology telling me to be a mom? No. If it was this would be easy because I’d listen. The only thing my biology is telling me is that I’m getting grey hair and losing ovarian integrity every second of every minute of every day. I’m shriveling up in there and being age 35.5 makes me a geezer when it comes to getting pregnant. So, when posed with the question, “why have a kid?”, I can’t formulate an answer that is logical and sensical, which leaves me unsettled and uncertain.

    (2) Has the world peaked? You know, wondering if the world has passed the point of no return and is now on a gradual descent to hell? There is a lot of bad in this world: Senseless violence, rape, abuse, torture, war, hate, corruption, climate change, pollution, animal cruelty (and experimentation @animaljusticeproject). This begs the question: Has the darkness begun to overshadow the light? I do realize that there is a lot of good on the planet, too. The world is a big place and love, kindness, compassion, and empathy coexist with the bummer stuff, but I wonder if the bad has amassed to the point where the good is just a fraction. Albeit a strong fraction, whether it is enough to combat the evil, remains a frightening uncertainty in my mind.

    (3) Is having a kid necessary, and, as a global citizen, responsible? *I’m not calling parents irresponsible.* The world’s population is 7.4+ billion. Births outnumber deaths and so far this year, the population has grown 18 million in less than 3 months. Where the heck are we all going to go? I worry about waste, damaging our environment, pollution, depleting natural resources, and the legions of animals killed for consumption everyday, born in misery whose sole purpose of existing is to be tortured and slaughtered (search @sympathy_at_slaughter on Instagram for a painful glimpse- just a tiny glimpse of this world). My kid, like all humans, will contribute to these things just by existing. To no fault of his or her own, that’s just how it goes. Even if I compost, feed him/her organic and farm fresh fruits and vegetables, use cloth diapers, by having a kiddo I will be depleting the world of certain energy and resources, and contributing to its waste.

    (4) I feel like a hot fart for considering having a biological child and not automatically thinking to adopt. As I said above, the world is huge and getting huger. There are amazing and innocent little humans across the globe that need and deserve a loving home. Why would I, or you, not adopt? Some reasons I can identify with are to control certain circumstances, like prenatal environmental stress, prenatal diet and wanting to breastfeed (because of the effects these factors have on babies health) but are these reasons good enough? If I’m concerned about the world’s population, the responsible and natural thing to do would be to adopt. Looking for a stroll down harsh reality alley, search “children needing adoption” in your state to see the beautiful kids, ages 0-18 who need a forever home. A picture, bio, and their accompanying case number will follow, along with your heart breaking. I think what will save this planet is rekindling our love for humanity. Not necessarily making a new person to “save the world,” but saving it now, with what we have, by spending time fostering a deepened universal love. A global shift from a “me” or “you,” to an us. Do I want to see what a Tiff / Jeff hybrid human would be like, sound like, look like, and experience that- certainly. But my DNA is not exceptional and there are already children alive, currently in this world, that need, want and deserve a family. Why would I choose not to give him or her a home, if I wanted to have a child?

    (5) I feel selfish. *I’m not calling parents selfish.* The parents I’m lucky enough to know are among the most selfless individuals I have seen. They sacrifice their time, energy, and finances to give their kids the best opportunities in life they can afford. My own mom has said she would rip out her beating heart in order to save me or my sister, and I truly believe she would find a way to punch through her sternum, bust up some ribs, clench and tear out her beating heart if she had to. Homegirl does not fuck around when it comes to how much she loves her children. THIS is the opposite of selfish. I get that, but I, TIff Tuttle, feel that having a child has selfish undertones. A kiddo would undoubtedly make me happy, enhance my life, teach me things, reawaken my awe, … hmmm, there’s a lot of “me” and “my” in that sentence. Hence, I experience dissonance and confusion. I know that parents are selfless, yet I feel selfish for wanting to be one and it’s something I struggle to make sense of. Balancing a logical thought like, “parents are not selfish,” with a feeling of selfishness for wanting to be one, causes me a whole lotta strife and internal conflict.

    (6) FOMO: Fear Of Missing Out. This goes both ways. Whether I have a kid or not, I’ll wonder what my identity would have been like. No matter what I decide, my identity will be impacted. Of course your identity changes once you become a parent, but not having one changes it in another way too. It allots you more time to devote to other things. So, I question, who would I be with a child, and who would I be without one? How would my life be different? Science is no help here if you’re looking for a happiness quotient. Studies comparing folks of various ages, with and without kids, find no real difference between those who are “happy” and not. The stats are similar between folks with and without children.

    (7) Anxiety over not being able to protect the human you give life. And I don’t mean from skinned knees after a wheelie gone wrong, rejection from a crush, or a zit on picture day. Those are normal and expected and in the scheme of life, absolutely manageable. I’m talking about school shootings, cancer, nuclear bombs, terrorists, climate change, drunk drivers, freak accidents like getting paralyzed falling out of a tree house, sexual assault, being mugged and murdered by being in the “wrong place at the wrong time,” DRUGS- fear of my kiddo developing an addiction. Additionally, it’s not just about not being able to protect my kiddo, it’s about not being able to guarantee that neither me, nor my husband, will be capacitated enough to care for them. What if one of us falls ill, drops dead when our kid is a baby, or infant? The idea of knowing it is possible that I will not be able to care for my baby or child is painful to stomach. Logically, I know that there are zillions of things that we cannot control. I’m not a total control freak. I drive, work, go out and I’m not consumed by anxiety. But it’s around, leaving me to wonder, Will I be able to manage this anxiety if I have a kid, or, knowing that I am prone to worrying, do I even want to put myself through it? The reality is, there will always be something to worry about so you must ask yourself, can you let go of not being able to constantly protect a life that, once given, will be the most cherished and precious entity of your existence?

    (8) Coming to terms with death. I’ve gotten into some mad deep philosophy, especially over the last 6 months, and in an attempt to basically find the meaning of my life, I’ve had to deal more intimately with my feelings of death. If I am going to create a life, give breath to a specific set of lungs, and make a heartbeat beat, I have to be somewhat okay with death. This means that I acknowledge that my husband, our would be baby and I, like all living beings, will someday die. The idea that my child’s death could precede mine is something I should consider. Ideally not obsess over it, but nonetheless have an awareness of.

    (9) WHAT is the point? You know, of creating offspring, or offspringing? I know, to pass on family name, bloodline, genes, culture, heritage, or because maybe your religion practices procreation, but I’m speaking on a more micro level. For me, it has to do with experience. E-X-P-E-R-I-E-N-C-E. It all comes down to this. When I try something new that is awesome, I want to share it with the people I love, mostly my husband because we hang out all the time and I love him the most. A new food, song, music video, movie, skit, picture, story, anecdote, joke, article, interview, art, link, etc.. If it’s something he hasn’t tasted, heard, seen, tried and I have, I am eager to share it with him because I want him to have the experience. My natural inclination is to share something that made an impact (big or small) on me with someone I care about in order for them to experience a similar feeling. So, as it relates to creating a life, I ask myself, is life really that fucking fantastic that I want to bring into existence a person to experience it? I’m not saying I don’t like living. I dig it. It’s cool. I’m blessed, mostly happy and content. In other words, I’m glad to be alive. And since I am, I have obviously been born. Therefore, I lack the experience of not being born (at least on a level of consciousness I can access… tripping out here). While I don’t know what it is like to “not be born,” I’m inclined to think that it can’t be that bad. Nonexistence does not imply deprivation (in my opinion). So, I remain stumped and ask myself, Am I enraptured by life to the point that I am compelled to create another life to experience it?

    (10) Time’s running out. Worrying and wondering if I should only have one child, and thinking that I need to make him or her a sibling. My sister is my best friend (and in all lifetimes after this, we will find a way to be besties- somehow). Worrying about wanting to make my would-be-but-currently-nonexistent child, a brother or sister to share life and create experiences and memories with, incites anxiety. Way to go anxiety. Showed up again. Now in my hypothetical worry-laden world, there are two tiny humans to permanently be concerned about. Numbers 1-9 above are automatically amplified. Doesn’t stop there, I worry that I’m getting more decrepit as the days go by, and thinking, “Ok, if I get pregnant when I’m age ___, then I’ll be ___ when the baby is born, and 50 when he or she is 13, 11, or 10.” Deciding whether I want to be in menopause when my kiddo(s) is a tween or teenager is something to consider. Same goes for guys. Not that you have menopause, but how old do you want to be when your kid starts dating and bringing home super hornified guys or girls for you to meet?

    There you have it. My top 10 issues // reasons why deciding to have a child in the modern world is a mother fucker (my painful pun). Over the course of writing this piece, my feelings have fluctuated more times than I can track. On any given day, there is a tug-of-war between the uncertainty in my head, and the love in my heart. I pass the playground by my house and picture walking there with my family. I see a cute teen with her mom at the Post Office making jokes and laughing, and I grieve for maybe not ever knowing what that will feel like. I spend time with my mom and mom-in-law, and feel guilt because they would be amazing grandmas. Then again, when I drive past a billboard with the face of a teen killed by a drunk driver, or watch the first 10 minutes of any news program, I experience relief. Relief in knowing that I don’t have a child who will be raised in this world. Maybe my indecision (and that of my husband, who pretty much echoes my concerns) is mother nature’s way of preserving herself, and eventually I will age-out of the system and be too old to naturally conceive or adopt? Then again, maybe the world has always been messed up (because it’s so enormous and shit is bound to go wrong) and I just “have to do it” as a number of people I love and respect have advised. In the future, if I have a kiddo, I might feel like a butthole for having so much doubt now, but today is not that day. In the meantime, I guess I’ll just stick to hanging with my husband, minpins and friends, and feeling happy for the life I am lucky enough to lead. Thanks for reading this. If you’re struggling with similar issues, I hope you were able to take something valuable away from this entry. And if you’re a parent, I truly commend you for being the superhero your child and this world needs.

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Being and Awesomeness: Get Rad, Stay Rad is the first book by clinical psychologist Dr. Tiffany Tuttle, who has a private practice in Farmington Hills, Michigan. In her attempt to take the “sigh” out of psychology, Dr. Tuttle breathes new life into the field by celebrating self-help. She is unapologetic about her sense of humor and uses it to keep readers engaged so they can learn how to enhance their quality of life. Coming to terms with the past, understanding how early attachments influence today’s behavior, conquering depression and anxiety, increasing self-awareness, finding ways to boost motivation and actually follow through on making positive changes are among the topics Dr. Tuttle examines in this useful, surprisingly wise handbook.

Being and Awesomeness is for individuals 18 and up, whether they are current or former psychotherapy patients or think psychology is a hot pile of doo-doo. If you have an open mind, a desire to be the best version of yourself, and can tolerate hearing someone be called a shitbird, cunty, or a weenie in order to illustrate a point, this is the self-help book for you.

"There is a shared emotional suffering among us humans. We need to learn about it, accept it, and move through it so we can live happy and meaningful lives. This book has massive chunks of useful information with splashes of potty humor all mixed together. Consider it a toilet of enlightenment that will teach you how to flush your problems away." –Tiffany Tuttle, Psy.D

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