How Does That Make You Feel?
How did I ever live life without therapy?
I mean... how do people who have so much frustration, anger and deep-rooted issues not know that life could be easier by talking about yourself for an hour a week.
I'm a believer, baby.
I'd get a license plate that would read THRPYRULZ. And people would be confused, oh so confused.
I started going to therapy around the time Jimmy got discharged from The Shepherd Center as an inpatient. It was during that scary, transition into the home setting which sucked ass.
I have my own counselor and Jimmy has his. She's a cutie. She looks like Taylor Swift and is real perky. Maybe that's why he's not-so-hesitant to see her.
Mine is more along the lines of a psychologist you'd see in a movie. I mean, she doesn't say, "How does that make you feel?"
But she could and I would not be surprised.
We also have a couple's counselor we meet with together once a month.
This guy can pull crap out of Jimmy's brain... and I sit in amazement and watch as it floats into the mutual air. I guess that's why they get paid the big bucks.
I need footnotes on the language to be able to extract these words from Jimmy's mouth.
Therapy has been my lifeboat on the freaking Titanic.
Little did I know... life goes on throughout a catastrophe. Other tragedies will happen (and did happen). Even as we lived in a hospital for months. Even as we were trying to catch our breath and adjust to a new city.
And as I continue to heal -- there's still tragedy and hardships all around me.
But I'd like to think I'm able to handle it all a little better now. Maybe therapy has even given me some tools (probably like Playschool ones -- but still) to help others.
I'm less sad. I cry less. I'm more constructive. I talk to Jimmy in a less sarcastic manner when I know it's important to do so.
My doctor has totally called me out on my sarcastic overtones. Damn her.
I'm sure the fact that it's been a gosh-dern year since the accident has helped me regain some of my strength back.
Or maybe it's my awesome Doc. She's bad ass.
Highly recommended. Go get some help, people.
I mean... how do people who have so much frustration, anger and deep-rooted issues not know that life could be easier by talking about yourself for an hour a week.
I'm a believer, baby.
I'd get a license plate that would read THRPYRULZ. And people would be confused, oh so confused.
I started going to therapy around the time Jimmy got discharged from The Shepherd Center as an inpatient. It was during that scary, transition into the home setting which sucked ass.
I have my own counselor and Jimmy has his. She's a cutie. She looks like Taylor Swift and is real perky. Maybe that's why he's not-so-hesitant to see her.
Mine is more along the lines of a psychologist you'd see in a movie. I mean, she doesn't say, "How does that make you feel?"
But she could and I would not be surprised.
We also have a couple's counselor we meet with together once a month.
This guy can pull crap out of Jimmy's brain... and I sit in amazement and watch as it floats into the mutual air. I guess that's why they get paid the big bucks.
I need footnotes on the language to be able to extract these words from Jimmy's mouth.
Therapy has been my lifeboat on the freaking Titanic.
Little did I know... life goes on throughout a catastrophe. Other tragedies will happen (and did happen). Even as we lived in a hospital for months. Even as we were trying to catch our breath and adjust to a new city.
And as I continue to heal -- there's still tragedy and hardships all around me.
But I'd like to think I'm able to handle it all a little better now. Maybe therapy has even given me some tools (probably like Playschool ones -- but still) to help others.
I'm less sad. I cry less. I'm more constructive. I talk to Jimmy in a less sarcastic manner when I know it's important to do so.
My doctor has totally called me out on my sarcastic overtones. Damn her.
I'm sure the fact that it's been a gosh-dern year since the accident has helped me regain some of my strength back.
Or maybe it's my awesome Doc. She's bad ass.
Highly recommended. Go get some help, people.
I went to my "counselor" for 7 years....after a 30 year marriage with grandchildren and divorce. It saved my life, gave me courage to start and succeed with my own business, be happy, understand my own problems, etc. I am so glad you have this and especially that Jimmy does. Just keep going...
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