Therapy

Today is a therapy day.

I look forward to these. And I know that might sound strange, because apparently there is a stigma to seeing a therapist among some people?

I wouldn’t know. My dad is a counselor/therapist and we grew up talking to each other like we were in therapy sessions – deep, serious, life altering conversations that challenged us to look at what both others and ourselves are doing and why. I mean, not all the time. But more than a “normal” family might – whatever normal is.

So I love these days. I love getting dressed up, letting our sitter in, taking off with a hot cup of coffee and driving 45 minutes while listening to a Jane Austen book {currently Pride and Prejudice} on audio. Or calling Kim and chatting with her the entire way down.

Then I sit and pour out my soul. It’s like here – only I don’t get advice back. :) lol. I have to work out my own grief, my own problems. I am challenged and understood by a woman who feels and understands some of my pain herself. Who has spent time with my daughter {she’s also Bella’s play therapist} and my husband in sessions. Who can look across at me in the chair while I sob my heart out and I see compassion but not pity.

These days are also healing, like looking through old pictures. They dredge up memories I suppressed of the hospital stay. I start to realize how significant what happened was – really realize it. I lost two babies that died in my hands. That is a big deal.

I really love therapy. It’s amazing that the woman I was recommended from our pediatrician for Bella turned out to be someone so perfect for me as well.

 

Comments

  1. I love therapy too! I also love how you said, “I have to work out my own grief, my own problems.” I think that is the best kind of therapy. No one can fix your problems or make you feel better, it is something that you have to find your way through. Having a therapist there to guide you and tell you it’s okay to feel the way you do or that you are doing a good job, is priceless. My therapist is my advocate when I’m so busy being one for everyone else. She’s in my corner without judgement or criticism. I don’t know where I’d be without her!

    I hope you have a good session today!

  2. I love therapy & today is a therapy day for me, too.

  3. I’ve never been in therapy myself, but was an assistant to a counselor for a period and was amazed by how much it helped people to just be able to talk.

    There are days when what you described here sounds sort of wonderful.

  4. I think it’s great. I wish I could go to Therapy – I think I would benefit greatly from it in many aspects of my life. But, until we have some extra room in our budget, my therapy will have to be through my writing and attending vicariously through you.
    Thinking about you often Diana.
    Alexa

  5. I’ve been in therapy for 17 years! It has saved my life multiple times :)

  6. SteeblerElf says:

    Therapy saved my life once upon a time!

  7. Looks like it was therapy day for a few of us :) I am one of those people who used to think therapy was for weak people. Boy was I wrong. I think you have to be incredibly strong to enter therapy. Hope your session was well!

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