Therapy Monday
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It's Therapy Monday this week. My therapist is going on vacation for two weeks. I do not remember giving her permission to leave me for fifteen days. AND during December when I have Christmas family angst, my sobriety birthday and the anniversary of Jason's death all within five days. I mean seriously. If I'm going to have a major meltdown, it's next week.
Doesn't she understand that I come before her grandchildren?
Well, I DO.
But strangely enough? I'm actually perfectly fine and do not plan on falling apart anytime soon. It's amazing what eight years of therapy can prepare you for.
Doesn't she understand that I come before her grandchildren?
Well, I DO.
But strangely enough? I'm actually perfectly fine and do not plan on falling apart anytime soon. It's amazing what eight years of therapy can prepare you for.
12 comments:
You can do this. No problem.
8 years huh?
That's a lot of therapy. I think I'd miss my therapist too.
Atta girl!
8 years with the same person?
That seems like a little too intimate an relationship.
you got this!!!!
have faith in yourself hunny..... your therapist does...heck so do I
8 years! You're practically family. Ask if you can go too.
And you do have us... :)
You know what I love about this post? The fact you didn't profess to crying the way you often do for Therapy Tuesdays. So, let's take that as a sure sign you're stronger than you were a few weeks ago, let alone a year (or 10) ago.
I second Carrie's comment - the blogosphere is here for you too. And we all know you can get through this crazy week. Not to get too churchy on you but forget the crap associated with the holiday and focus on the real reason we're celebrating this time of year. Maybe that will help?
Did she call you Bob and tell you to take a vacation from your problems?
My therapist is in LA and debating a visit. I feel pretty good. But I love her. And I feel pretty good.
You're great!
By the way, {pointing to the traffic feed box} I'm not in Brooklyn.
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