Dr David Dybdal, Boston Psychiatrist and Psychotherapist

David Dybdal, MD, PhD

Compassionate, Effective Psychotherapy and Medication Management

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Welcome to My Blog!

Posted on 11 December, 2021 at 14:50 Comments comments (749)

Hello! My name is David Dybdal.

I am a psychiatrist, psychotherapist, artist, and healer, currently working and playing in Boston, Massachusetts.

I am also a middle-aged, over-weight, grey...

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Posted on 6 January, 2021 at 11:15 Comments comments (26)

The cords are cut, the skin is shed,

Sloughing off layers of fear and dread.


No longer any contracts to be heeded,

for there's nothing one must give or take that is needed.

All that's required is already given for free.

All so simple, yet still so hard to see (or be).


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One for All

Posted on 31 December, 2020 at 14:35 Comments comments (0)

It's true that we each exist in separation;

Individuated and unique with our own calibration;

alone in our intense sense of drama, joy or sadness,

love or madness, or victims of trauma;

Yet without any balance, this ultimately leaves us disc...

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The Pain Game

Posted on 31 December, 2020 at 14:30 Comments comments (1)

If you should start to sense deep pain,

You might be tempted to search for the source from whence it came, so you may find someone or something else to blame.

Or instead, perhaps we could make it a sort of game.

For our Universe is infinitely complex, and it's ways are impossible to fully know or explain.


But if we but lo...

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Heart Break

Posted on 31 December, 2020 at 14:25 Comments comments (2)

"Your heart must break," she says to me,

And then you shall be free.

But, in truth it has broken a thousand times before,

How does that which is shattered, break even more?

Barely held together with strands of thread, old patches and glue,

I wonder what it...

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Soul Power

Posted on 20 December, 2020 at 0:10 Comments comments (0)

When Soul is balanced and whole,

Without drama, or force, or needing to play any particular role,

from Its core It may simply say, "Yes" or "No."


For It knows from where It comes, and to where it will inevitably go,

and that in between It gets to say what is so.


Perhaps I...

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Posted on 20 December, 2020 at 0:10 Comments comments (0)

an imaginal figment,

a small splotch of colored pigment,


held in the eye of the beholder,

it allows righteous anger to smoulder,


a lie for an eye,

a tooth for the truth


that punishment never replaces what is l...

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Fake Flowers

Posted on 20 December, 2020 at 0:05 Comments comments (0)

We are literally dying from an overabundance of information, as we experience an atrophy of imagination through a world of sharply defined objects, street sign, traffic light, door, fence, wall, television, hospital bed, coffin.


We strive to deny change, in ourselves, or in the objects around us, so all remains inanimate, fake flowers, that gather dust indifferently and indefinitely until they are discarded. 

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When You Die

Posted on 20 December, 2020 at 0:05 Comments comments (0)

It's said that you experience your entire life at the instant when you die,

as others watch you fade away, with a final gasp and sigh

and maybe that's what's happening right now, though we know not how or why.


still the infinite one has gently closed its sleepy eyes,

to imagine a certain forgetting that lets us live and die.


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10 Years Gone By

Posted on 20 December, 2020 at 0:00 Comments comments (0)

10 years ago I inadvertently, and perhaps unavoidably fell into a great darkness, the well of being and non-being, where I stood naked and without protection, exposed to infinity. I was completely dismembered, depersoned, suspended and dissolved into the ocean of the allness/nothingness around me.


I fell into a psychotic haze, walking in circles, and repeating the same meaningless phrases, over and again.

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Pain and Suffering

Posted on 11 December, 2020 at 11:20 Comments comments (4)

Pain is inevitable, Suffering is optional.

With patience, pain begins to take on a certain quality of brightness. One must cultivate a wholesome relationship with pain to experience profound, unadorned beauty.

Suffering is a cage that we fashion from our very own brains and bones.

Dogs don't suffer.

Infants don't suffer....

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The Warrior

Posted on 11 December, 2020 at 11:20 Comments comments (1)

I'm a warrior who often loses,

its routine for me to be covered in bruises,

jingled and jangled and inside I'm tangled

yet through wave after wave I persist,

And still I breathe and walk on to exist.


So far I’ve come, so far to go,

and sometimes s...

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These Are the Good Old Days

Posted on 11 December, 2020 at 11:10 Comments comments (24)

Often we look upon the past as golden

remembering the joy we've had like so much sand we're holding


and the tighter our grip

the more we feel it slip

the passion of living drains away

drab by drop by drip


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Life is But a Dream

Posted on 5 December, 2020 at 0:55 Comments comments (2)

there once was a solitary Giant,

so big, It could see Itself only,

so big, It was immensely lonely,

so big that nothing else could be.

and It mused,

"if I am the only Is that can be, how can I ever be a me?"

gently It closed Its eyes to dream that I...

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Posted on 5 December, 2020 at 0:55 Comments comments (0)

has that which once made me so exceedingly bright

the same as the dark veil that falls upon me, night after night?

the shadowy wind in my sails,

that seemed to carry me always forward without fail?

and for all those around, I put on a show,

half-pasted smile and a warm he...

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The Bottom of My Heart

Posted on 5 December, 2020 at 0:50 Comments comments (0)

It's often said, "I love you from the bottom of my heart."

But it seems the top is where most start,

where cupid's arrow casts no shadow,

with smiles and sighs and star-struck eyes,


projections of what we want to see,

or being what others want us to be.

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Complex PTSD

Posted on 5 December, 2020 at 0:45 Comments comments (0)

Caught in a groove that runs deep in my brain,

violently trembling and drowning in pain,

in that trapped and helpless place

where I'm drawn, again and again and again.

but now aware

of the pain that I often think that comes from out there,


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Two Wolves

Posted on 5 December, 2020 at 0:30 Comments comments (0)

A quirky old wise man once told me, “follow the scent.”

Though I was then too naïve to know what that meant.

Still, I listened, and grew, more than I ever thought I could,

Just as he had said, and always knew I would.

His faith crossed my path again and again,

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Little Golden Boy

Posted on 5 December, 2020 at 0:25 Comments comments (0)

Mommy's little golden boy soars high up above the gloom,

With fisted flying teeth and splintered shards of wooden spoon.


Feet dangling high above the floor,

as two meaty hands pin him to the door.

Yet in his mind he’s made of gold and believes he’s born to soar.

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Around the Sun (a viral interlude)

Posted on 4 December, 2020 at 14:40 Comments comments (0)

Empty streets and playgrounds in the grayish mist of early spring.

Brightly colored buds push forth, dreaming again of Persephone's return,

With the promise of blue sky sunlight and brilliant hues to come.

Blissfully unaware are they of the ghostly apocalyptic haze in which we now exist.

Then silent-bright, siren-red-light flashes in ...

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