My therapist and I have developed a really good working relationship
I'm proud to say my sessions will be coming to an end next week.
But this therapist has been one of 2 that I've had that I can say have been the best.
The reason being is that I know I'm not "mad" I'm going through a lot of changes.
Hormones, parenting, body changes, environment changes and just generally having a life that is filled with such a big responsibility.
I needed someone I could be really open with, that could hear me and understand me. Someone that if I needed a verbal slap would give it and not just appease me.
Someone that could help me to develop my sense of self again, because I felt like I was really caught up.
And you know what she did just that.
She was human, but professional.
I don't fear going to therapy I actually look forward to it, and I feel motivated to improve not for her but because I feel like she's shown me how to be me again.
There were some really dark days, not jump of a bridge kind but days where I felt like I wanted to just run away because it was incredibly overwhelming.
I'm nearly on the other side, but the only way I can get there is by doing the work I need to do.
I am focused on at least trying.
Also as a fyi to anyone that knows me, the amount of random people that talk to me now, has restored my faith again.
I met a lady today (Scottish) who's recently retired she told me she has a 6 year old grandson, he's a bright little boy who is bilingual and full of personality. She says watching him grow has given her a new lease on life and she can't wait to discover what he suddenly starts to show a new interest in.
Life feels somewhat peaceful again.
But this therapist has been one of 2 that I've had that I can say have been the best.
The reason being is that I know I'm not "mad" I'm going through a lot of changes.
Hormones, parenting, body changes, environment changes and just generally having a life that is filled with such a big responsibility.
I needed someone I could be really open with, that could hear me and understand me. Someone that if I needed a verbal slap would give it and not just appease me.
Someone that could help me to develop my sense of self again, because I felt like I was really caught up.
And you know what she did just that.
She was human, but professional.
I don't fear going to therapy I actually look forward to it, and I feel motivated to improve not for her but because I feel like she's shown me how to be me again.
There were some really dark days, not jump of a bridge kind but days where I felt like I wanted to just run away because it was incredibly overwhelming.
I'm nearly on the other side, but the only way I can get there is by doing the work I need to do.
I am focused on at least trying.
Also as a fyi to anyone that knows me, the amount of random people that talk to me now, has restored my faith again.
I met a lady today (Scottish) who's recently retired she told me she has a 6 year old grandson, he's a bright little boy who is bilingual and full of personality. She says watching him grow has given her a new lease on life and she can't wait to discover what he suddenly starts to show a new interest in.
Life feels somewhat peaceful again.
31-35, F
