Yesterday I had my second session with my therapist. It is a bit of an odd experience. I went to her for about five years in my early twenties, only to drift away for the past five years.
I came back, and part of it is like coming home. It took no time at all to find my groove.
I'm different, older, somewhat wiser and much more emotionally together than I was at 23 years old.
Yesterday, after sharing and talking and processing, my therapist suggested that I take a break from the process for a couple of weeks. Take some time, relax, calm down and get done what needs to get done (deadlines are a summer thing for me, it seems).
So. I'm going to try and take a break.
But you know me and my plans.
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