Therapy

As part of my 40th year goals, I had decided to fix something that had been bothering me for a long time. I pondered my options a bit...so many things have bothered me for so long...and decided to tackle one particular sticky relationship issue that I had been struggling with for 10 years. I knew the problem rested completely with me, not the other person, but I hadn't been able to resolve it on my own or by bouncing it off of my usual friends and family members who help me through stuff like this. I decided that it was time to talk to a therapist. That was hard.

I gathered the courage to ask a friend of mine (who is a social worker) to recommend a therapist who would work well with my personality and specific problem. That was hard.

I contacted the therapist to make an appointment. That was the hardest. It took me a month to get around to it after I initially got her phone number.

Then we met. I laid it all out there. She asked questions. I probed myself and found answers. More questions. More probing. Chatting it out with her over the course of a month, I came away with a bigger picture. I saw some of my own fallacies and strengths. I was ready to change. That, surprisingly, was not as hard as I thought it would be.

So, even with the work still going on inside my brain and heart, I've found some healing. The issue no longer bothers me. Yay! Now to put together a list of new places I'd like to visit and skills I could possibly master in the next 9 months...hmmmmm.