I can tend to compulsively manage my life. I do this in three areas especially: finances, recovery, and school. If you’ve been reading this blog for a couple months, you know about the financial stress I put myself under. Each thing has its place, and each place has its thing. As I told my therapist … More Object Lessons
I’ve taken to writing posts after I’ve been through an EMDR session, and this week is no exception. However… some things are too private to share so publicly, and I don’t quite know what to tell you today. Secrets are meant for the closest of friends. I feel tender, broken open. Like a cantaloupe split … More when words vanish.
The last week and a half have been refreshingly normal. More than that, the word defining the past week and a half would have to be… humble. Humility was a word that came up for me at 2 meetings this week, within 2 days of each other. It’s not a topic I hear much, and … More The worst 4-letter word.
I had my therapy session yesterday, and it was disappointing. It was one of those sessions where you’re left wondering, “Why am I even here?” I should know enough by now to expect those sessions to come, but I don’t. I get cranky and annoyed. The last thing I said before I left was, “I … More When even my therapist can’t give me what I want.