Thetis Alcott

The strong one. That is what many women are considered in their families and friend groups. The Strong One, the Rock, the Heartbeat, the Scaffolding which cannot collapse. If you do, who will hold up those who rely on you to fix, comfort, and overthink.

Today, let’s talk frankly and honestly about something we don’t like to admit we feel. Let’s talk about the space where fatigue and hopelessness coexist.  Let’s talk about the isolation and despair we attempt to manage by ourselves because to admit we feel it is

“Lettuce with a -Th…” When you have a name like Thetis you spend a good portion of your life creating mnemonic devices to help people pronounce it correctly. How many times in a week do I say, “Thetis…like lettuce with a ‘Th’”? I didn’t choose

What an exciting time of year! There are so many transitions that happen while raising children that prepare us and them for eventual launch. Some parents are just starting out and experiencing their first drop off at preschool and other veteran parents are unpacking boxes and

It feels like the first day of school! Today is my first in-person professional training opportunity since before Covid. It sounds a little bland but I am someone who loves a great seminar. I participated in many online interactive trainings during the pandemic but I

I had a really poignant interaction with a client in session earlier this week. I did obtain her permission to share the following story. She shared with me the philosophy of her fellow labor and delivery nurses and herself about dying babies. She told me

I love the song The Weight, written by Robbie Robertson, sung by many artists, my favorite being Aretha Franklin. I heard it this afternoon and the refrain always gets me: “Take a load off FannyTake a load for freeTake a load off FannyAnd (and, and)

I had an interesting interaction with a client recently that highlights the importance of language in mental health. This person was telling me about a significant other who had been manipulative in a situation where the significant other was clearly the impetus of the argument.

I cannot believe that this is me…sitting here…writing a blog. I am not a blogger. Bloggers are advocates, sales people, self-proclaimed authorities on things. I am none of those. What could I possibly say that would be so important? For me, a blog is a