Therapy Tuesday
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It wasn't so bad. We talked about the emotional explosion that I experienced on Sunday afternoon. We talked about boundaries with my parents, we talked about my summer plans (to do some things that are WAY out of my comfort zone, which includes a camping trip with 4-500 sober bikers - the ex-wino's - in June. Ack!), and we talked about redefining love and friendship. What do you expect out of a friendship? Or love, for that matter and how do you know what it is? I can genuinely say that I really don't know. So - off to the dictionary of life to figure it out. Any clues?
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I only wish I had some clues. If you find any, you'll share?
Dang, that was a busy hour.
As for what love is? People have struggled with that question for ages and I don't think anyone has ever answered it adequately. It is every emotional state all wrapped up into one. It is wonderful and agonizing, raw and refined. It is a place where you can let everything hang out, even the intensely painful and personal, because you know the other person will stay there with you as long as you need them too and will never judge you the worse for it. While love may be born in the exuberance of mutual attraction, it is annealed in the flames of adversity. Inadequate words, to be sure, and probably overly maudlin, but there you have it.
How come my therapy sessions were never that productive? My therapist thought I was funny, so I would spend the hour telling him funny things that had happened since the last time I saw him. What I can I say? I give the people what they want. But when you do that, you run out of time and fail to mention that, just the night before, you had considered swallowing the entire contents of your antidepressant prescription with a glass of merlot.
Canary? It's been years and years of working with my same therapist to get to where I'm at now. That, and several trips to the mental hospital when not telling her the truth led to more pain and agony.
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