It’s rare for me to be quiet for long. But I’ve felt a need for peace. I’m not really getting any, but hey, a girl can dream.
I’ve been seeing a new therapist. Having to revisit old wounds is not my style, I do not like getting emotional in front of people. I had such a rapport with my last counselor, we worked together for more than four years. I never had to explain things, she knew those close to me by name. I guess I was spoiled. I found a therapist who “got” me; one who wasn’t deterred by the humor I use to deflect from any personal pain. A professional who knew I needed a certain level of trust, a specific exchange of thoughts before I truly felt comfortable.
I’m trying to get there with the new one, but at a time where I have no one else to turn to, getting all worked up over past events is not helping.
So, I’ve been quiet. A lot has been going on in my head, and out. Just needed a step back, and a deep breath.
And maybe a cupcake and a stiff drink.