Diana Pitaru

Diana Pitaru

Diana C. Pitaru is a counselor-in-training, and a student at Walden University. Her theoretical interests are in Gestalt, Art, and Narrative therapy while focusing on multicultural issues and eating disorders.

  • Relax To Dream

    Aug 23, 2010
    Dreams are amazing! Don’t you just love dreaming? As a child, going to sleep was one of the things I was always looking forward to, because in my sleep I could always dream. Nobody ever told me “no”, or “don’t” or give me any negative reinforcement. I would wake up and try to remember my dreams wondering what they meant; I would then sit with my mother while she would try and help me interpret them. But then I grew up, and as a teenager I was not interested in spending all that much time with my mom. I forgot about dreams, dreaming, and all those moments when I would get a breakthrough. Then in college, it all came back when for a few semesters I started reading Jung.
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  • Online vs. Face-to-face Counseling Programs

    Aug 16, 2010
    Why is it that every time I open my mouth and say I am a student in an online university, I immediately have to follow up with a series of reasons, detailed explanations, etc? Am I not a “real” counselor if I attend school online? Is my education not “real”? Are the others (counselors) looking at me thinking that I am not as good as they are because they followed the traditional model of education and I don’t? Why am I afraid to tell potential employers that my degree comes from an online university, even though my program is CACREP accredited?
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  • Minority Report

    Aug 10, 2010
    Away, away... Away from the humid, hot, sticky, muggy, unbearable Houston. Away so I can breathe. I finally claim dryness as a friend, as I re-adjust to the new climate. And speaking of a new climate - figuratively, of course- lately, I've been drinking a lot of boba tea. I love tapioca and so, I usually go out of my way to find teahouses to try their taro flavor beverages. I found this little place that one could easily overlook by classifying it either too shady or just unsafe. I went there anyways because something told me, I won't be disappointed; indeed I wasn't, but what I was going to get was more than just a delicious glass of boba tea: a lesson. Yep, a lesson I was hoping to receive ever since I arrived in America, a lesson of what being a minority means, and how it feels to be one.
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