A Personal Journal Analysis

Dr. Sandra D. Wilson (2001) asks, “Have you ever felt as if you were the only caterpillar in a butterfly world? Do you often feel as if you have to do twice as much to be half as good as other” (p. 16)? If you answered, yes, then that is what Wilson (2001) calls binding shame. “Shame is the soul-deep belief that something is horribly wrong with me that is not wrong with anyone else in the entire world. If I am bound by shame, I feel hopelessly, distinguishingly different and worthless (p. 16).

This paper is the development of my personal theory on Christian Counseling. I use many scriptural references to support my beliefs and stress the importance of gaining wisdom and knowledge from the bible. It incorporates all of the presentations, readings, and critiques I did at Liberty University’s Theology and Spirituality in counseling course. I talk about how I integrate Psychology, Theology, and Spirituality into my Christian counseling and believe that they all have a lot to offer the Christian counselor. The role of integration and multitasking is necessary to be an effective Christian counselor under the guidelines of the American Association of Christian

I met with my colleague earlier this week and she asked if it was ok with me to facilitate the substance abuse group on Mondays, instead of the relapse prevention group on Wednesdays. She said this will help me to become more knowledgeable about the street drugs and there effects on the body. I told her I didn’t mine taking over the substance abuse group at all. In the substance abuse group the facilitator usually have discussions on but not limited to the different types of illicit drugs on the street and the physical and psychological effects on the human body. The different routes of entry to the body and how long it stays in the body is discussed as well.

Journal Entry #17- I’ve been in Vancouver for a few hours and it is gorgeous. Earlier I went to Stanley Park and sat on a bench and fed squirrel. Afterwards, I went to the aquarium where I saw mesmerizing jellyfish and breathtaking Beta fish! The people here are also amazing they’re so welcoming it’s crazy. It’s a shame I have to leave in a few day but I’m excited to go home soon.

This week’s journal entry starts off with Monday, and like the past three weeks a single day will account for one journal. As for why I am writing an entry beginning with Monday this is because it is “block week,” meaning I am will be at placement from Monday to Friday this week! This is an occasion that given all else that my mind has been preoccupied with within the last couple of weeks, I thought I would be too preoccupied to get excited about and enjoy, yet as soon as I got to placement Monday and in the days following, getting ready for bed I realized this was not the case, at least in those instances—getting to bed for the following day and once up in the morning for the start of the given day. Overlooking the aspects that may seem unpleasant, such as the long days, resulting in great tiredness—especially with Wheel-Trans, getting ready for bed, knowing that for the next four days I am heading to placement and not to school, it felt like each day I was getting ready to go on mini field trip, like those in grade school, looking past the fact that I was going to the same location each day.

Today I have to write this entry extra early because today I turn 12. Yesterday my mom took me Dhaka’s Rana Plaza building in Bangladesh . She took me inside a old run down building that looks it could come down at any moment. It was hot and smelled like a rat ate a rotten egg and died. Once inside I met an older lady asking my mom lots of questions about me, mostly about how fast I can work or if I was available to work 13 hours a day. At first I was confused why she even asked my mom questions about me. Whenever we go out she usually never mention my name or even bothers to acknowledge me. When we got home last night she sit me down and told me I was to go to work with her starting tomorrow. She told me that my age she was already going

There is where it all started. I would be getting invite to a major soccer tournament in Georgia. Where there were scouts for some of the biggest clubs in United States. Thousands of people came there to see amazing talent. It was my first biggest opportunity that I received in years of playing in a local league. I had finally made to where I always to be at.

This week placement is a bit boring. We don’t have much to do, but regardless we had one workshop about Second Career. I helped the other staff that facilitated the workshop in doing it. It was informative as it tells and gives clients what they need to know about it. Also, helped them understand who is eligible for Second Career. At the end of the workshop, clients had group’s discussion about the workshop. I was asked to supervise the group discussions where every members of each group were able to discus among themselves what they learned.

To develop my creative muscles, I completely put myself outside of my comfort zone by trying something that I would not have eaten if it was not for this class! For this assignment, I ate a slice of S’mores pizza. The pizza had melted marshmallows that served as the tomato sauce like on a regular pizza, it had chocolate sauce drizzled on top of the marshmallows like cheese would be on top pf tomato sauce, and it had graham crackers on top of the chocolate sauce like pepperoni would be on top of the cheese. At first, I was scared to try the s’mores pizza because I thought to myself who would eat something like that or it might not taste good.

So you've decided to start writing in a journal. You went out, got a beautiful journal to write in and a fancy pen to write with and you are now ready. You sit down, pen in hand, journal open, and are ready to go. Then, you feel stuck. What are you supposed to do? What are you supposed to write?

This journal exercise was emotional and it had me to think with an open mind about the unthinkable. Some questions blew my mind and had me to realize that death can be near at any given time in any place. Many questions open my mind and had me thinking about movies that relate to certain questions. I never believed that I being buried alive would happen but in today’s society anything is possible. With some much bad news on TV, some part of me fear for my family lives and my life because of the danger that some individuals put us through. I become emotional with any topic that talks about death because it brings back memories of the loved ones that are not here today and how they have lost their lives. This journal exercise has been a roller

On 04/09/16 at 12:36pm, I was dispatched to a loose dog complaint at 517 Anthem St. I arrived at the house and spoke to Keith Ludwig. Mr. Ludwig confirmed that his dog was getting loose. Mr. Ludwig was unable to show proof of dog license. Mr. Ludwig was issued a violation for failure to license.

This week has been a very personal week for me. My youngest son graduated from high school and the week was full of activities: including his high school baseball banquet. His high school baseball career ended (as mentioned in all the papers) as a “Fairy Tale Ending” by winning the NJ State Championship this past Saturday. There are videos and paper articles highlighting his accomplishments as a varsity player who played 110 games. The videos show him making a double and crossing home plate and also making the last 3 outs to help win the game. Final score 2-0. Not many people know about his past personal struggles, but he is emotionally better and this was a perfect way to end his high school baseball career.

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