Ugh. Therapy is bullshit and all this self-awareness BLOWS. I had a pretty sweet deal with all that repression and denial.
This shit is the hardest thing I've ever done. I'm not sorry I'm doing it, but if I knew what I was getting into when I showed up for that first appointment, I wouldn't have had the courage to do it. It's helped, and it continues to be helpful, but it's like cleaning out road rash with a wire brush sometimes. It's the only way to heal, but Jesus Christ it's so painful getting there.
And thank you all for not telling me to shut up and stop complaining.
Bring Back Repression and Denial, 2017!!!
Didn't we just swear in Repression and Denial?
Didn't we just swear in Repression and Denial?
Technically I think the ticket was Denial/Repression, but close enough.
Therapy is totally bullshit, and fuck all that self awareness! But, you know, also keep working.
You ain't kidding about the whole, if I knew where it would lead I never would have started, thing.
I went back to therapy for the first time in a month on Monday, and I cried all the way through it. When I thought leaving S. and starting over seemed too easy, I was apparently right. ::fistbumps Steph::
::hugs Suzie very gently::
I'm sorry about the boy, smonster. He's clearly not worthy.
Just checking in. I'm surviving. At a concert tonight and instead of being on the rail, I'm as high up as you can get. The idea of being touched by people is making my skin crawl.
I'm still trying to process some of the realizations I've come to lately. Still not sure where it leads.
Love to everyone who's having a hard time. Be gentle with your marvelous selves.
Me, I'm exhausted. Worked outside in the sun for six hours in a heat index of 100+. Came home, showered, ate, sourced few things for work, and went to a restorative yoga/mediatation class. It helped, but I still feel an incipient headache, so I'm going to eat a handful of coconut chocolate almonds and lie down on a heating pad. No rest in sight, really. Onward.
