It feels like I am sloshing my way through some muddy waters in therapy lately. Most of the time I end up feeling like I need to be dragged along because I can't seem to keep up. Don't get me wrong, the speed of my therapy sessions would be somewhere in the range of sloth-like, … Continue reading truths
Month: May 2020
the nightmare
It's taken me a couple of days to even type this post but I feel like I must because it's all a bit unnerving honestly. I know people have dreams about their therapists because I've read about it on their blogs. I also know T says that dreams/nightmares are important because it means that your … Continue reading the nightmare
45
I've been thinking about 45. And no, I'm not going to write about the 45th President of the United States because frankly, I have nothing good to say about that particular person at all. And in following that little bit of advice we were given as children, 'if you can't say something nice, don't say … Continue reading 45
a new name
I tend to do random, spur of the moment things when I'm feeling overwhelmed. Lately, I've been trying really hard to work on finding ways of coping in between my sessions with T that don't involve me isolating and turning everything on myself. On really bad days I've been putting my hand to paper and … Continue reading a new name
Mother’s Day hangover
I woke up to one of those days. You know the one. Where I could care less whether I live or die. Don't worry though, I'm not actively planning my demise. Because, let's face it, that requires work and energy and I have neither. Sad isn't it? That you’d like nothing more than to wipe … Continue reading Mother’s Day hangover
it’s an ‘I’d like to eat red Jello’ kinda week
I'm trying to hang in there but this week has actually been quite awful. There isn't anything that jumps out at me. Things just feel hard and the deep sadness lingers. A good friend of mine sent me a message saying that she hoped things were okay and I replied that there've been a few … Continue reading it’s an ‘I’d like to eat red Jello’ kinda week