It’s funny, because I’ve always shunned therapy before now, thinking it to be some American-fangled solution to everything that goes wrong in the world. Every American I know either has a therapist or knows someone who does, and it just seemed like a cop-out to me.
But that’s all changed after my session on Saturday. Paid for by one of the newest members of my “support” group, I went in with an open mind and boy, am I glad I did.
No, it’s not a miracle cure, and no, I’m not “fixed”. But I AM focused. I do know what I can and can’t do anything about, I do know the things that I CAN’T fix, and I do know that I’m going to be ok.
And him? I think we may just be ok too. Not as anything other than friends, but that’s ok with me too. I’d rather have a friend I can turn to when things get rough, than the memory of someone who never loved me enough.
Yeah – things are going to be just fine…!
(all images c/o Google)
If you know what I mean…?
I know that the large majority of people who read this are not from “here-aboots” but I’m sure you understand me enough to know what I mean. Those who know me well, also know that I over-think EVERYTHING!! What ingredients to put in the soup, what cleaning products to use for the bathroom walls, and where my life is heading… They all get the equal amount of thought. And angst if I’m honest with myself…
Sometimes all you can do is not think
So my aim is to now rid myself of a lot of the “mince” that’s floating about in my head. Stop over-thinking things, stop trying to guess what the consequences of my actions (or non-actions) will be. And just take what comes…
But this is NOT going to be easy! As someone who spends a huge amount of her spare time writing down my thoughts, hopes and dreams – mingled in with my heartbreaks and nightmares – this is going to be even harder than stopping smoking (which was a doddle compared to stopping thinking…!)
But I’m ready to give it a go…
But first a glass of wine to accompany my pile of ironing. Red or white? Mmmm Carmenere, Merlot or Rioja?