First Therapy session since some time in the summer of 2019. I recall the last one being some kind of Tony triggering a phone call to the therapist on a sunny day in some kind of anxiety ridden panic.
Funny how I don’t feel that way anymore.
Today I feel some sort of anxiety, but I can ride this wave, its not the same, its so much ore moderated and full of disappointment.
It felt good to get started but I hate how slow it goes, I want to word vomit it all and have her brain spill all its knowledge and understanding back at me so we can solve my emotional dilemmas and move on.
I know I’m facing a few big ones: selling the house, moving, failure, leaving the kids, being alone, ending a relationship etc. Today we focused on the most accessible: ending the relationship with Scott. She wants me to reread Attached as well as another book called The emotionally Unavailable Man by Patti Henry. I’m always open for new thoughts to grow with and learn from.
This all just sucks
I know the only way through is through.