Samara O'Shea

Autobiography In Five Short Chapters

January 20th, 2017

I’m taking a certification class in Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT). Recently, our instructor mentioned a poem entitled “Autobiography In Five Short Chapters.” She says it’s something she shares with clients on occasion to help them take responsibility for their actions and to emphasize that change is gradual. She didn’t bring the poem up on screen, so I made a note to look it up later. I’m so glad I did. I think we can all identify!

This poem has been known to resonate with people in recovery from substance use problems. I also think it’s tailor made for the unrequited love population. How I wish I had known of this poem when I wrote Loves Me..Not!

Autobiography In Five Short Chapters

Chapter I

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in… it’s a habit… but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V

I walk down another street.

~ Portia Nelson

To Obama With Love, and Hate, and Desperation

January 18th, 2017

A big thank you to the staff of the White House mail room who selected 10 letters per day for the President to read. Thank you Mr. President for requesting to read these letters daily as soon as you got into office. I appreciate your wanting to connect with “We the people.” Unfortunately, I don’t envision the incoming president doing this. I hope I am wrong.

To Obama With Love, and Hate, and Desperation: Over eight years, through millions of letters, the staff of the White House mailroom read the unfiltered story of a nation.

To Trust or Not to Trust

January 10th, 2017

“If someone is not treating you with love and respect, it is a gift if they walk away from you. If that person doesn’t walk away, you will surely endure many years of suffering with him or her. Walking away may hurt for a while, but your heart will eventually heal. Then you can choose what you really want. You will find that you don’t need to trust others as much as you need to trust yourself to make the right choices.” ~ Don Miguel Ruiz, The Four Agreements

I meant to post this during the hubbub of the holidays but didn’t have a chance. A friend of mine is writing a book on love and forgiveness. At the end of 2016, he interviewed one person per day for 33 days to promote a Kickstarter campaign. At one point he interview me and we discussed the fine art of self-trust:

Dear Madam Secretary

November 17th, 2016

A letter a few family members of mine and I sent to Hillary Clinton:

Dear Madam Secretary,

We are the Femocrats, so named because we are, for the most part, the female and liberal arm of a terrific family in the Philly area. We are a writer, a pediatrician, a government worker, a realtor, a retired business executive, an auditor, a school admin professional, a small retail business employee and actor, and a nurse. Some of us are Moms. Two of us are moms with adult special needs children, one of them is Autistic.

All of us are huge supporters of yours. We are stunned and stressed at the result of this election in a way we never expected to feel. We need you to know that we appreciate your service, the way you have handled the intense and undeserved lies and exaggerations thrown your way, we need you to know we appreciate the fight you put up and the class you have shown. We need you to know that we have your back as you have had ours. We need you to know that we defended you and spoke to your exquisite qualifications.

We need you to know that you are our leader, our role model, and that we will endeavor to always go high, even though right now we want to be down in the dirt. We are hurting, we are grieving, we are with you and we thank you with all of our hearts.

Gratefully,
The Femocrats
(We signed our names but I wont post them)

If you would like to write Hillary a letter, you can send it here:

Hillary for America
Post Office Box 5256
New York, NY 10185-5256

Welcome to Whoville

November 11th, 2016

This is what I posted on Facebook the morning of November 9th:

Friends, It’s as if we are the Whos of Whoville and we woke up to discover that our gifts and the food for our feast had been stolen in the night. We know what to do: Go outside and hold hands and sing anyway—through our tears and through our fears. Let the Grinch hear the sounds of a group of people who love each other and who will stand by and protect each other come what may.

#ThrowbackThursday – Brad and Angie Version

September 22nd, 2016

Throwback to September 2014 when I feared marriage would ruin the Jolie-Pitt relationship.

Elle Australia

August 24th, 2016

I was interviewed for the August issue of Elle Australia. The article (on obsessive love) begins on page 80.