Now that you’ve read the dread title of this post, do you dread reading it?
Do you dread posts that link to previous posts that might be dreadfully relevant? (e.g., here, here, here, here, and here)
I dread:
- hurting other people’s feelings,
- rejection,
- making a fool of myself,
- mistakes,
- death,
- taxes,
- losing things,
- harsh judgments,
- miscommunication,
- isolation,
- illness,
- violence, and
- forgetting to express what’s important, including something a patient brought into therapy yesterday:

Isn’t that dreadfully clever? It’s so great, I dread comparing that to any other definition of dread, like this one:
dread
dred
verbanticipate with great apprehension or fear.
“Jane was dreading the party”
synonyms: fear, be afraid of, worry about, be anxious about, have forebodings aboutnoun
great fear or apprehension.
“the thought of returning to New Jersey filled her with dread”
synonyms: fear, apprehension, trepidation, anxiety, worry, concern, foreboding, disquiet, unease, angstinformal
a person with dreadlocks.adjective
greatly feared; dreadful.
“he was stricken with the dread disease and died”
synonyms: awful, frightful, terrible, horrible, dreadful
Obviously, the person who wrote that online definition dreads the state of New Jersey.
Do you dread seeing any of my other photos from yesterday?




Because I dread posting photos that are too confusing, I’ll explain that last one: Yesterday I facilitated a therapy group where we focused on the topic of “sensitivity” and I drew that personal sensitivity scale (with my dreadful handwriting).
Here and now, I do NOT dread:
- any thoughts, feelings, or other reactions you might share, below, about this post,
- going into work,
- weekends,
- taking a healing breath,
- focusing on the current moment, and
- thanking you for reading this!
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