Therapy continued..

I floated in and out of his office pretty regularly in spurts until I returned to church and was recommitted to Christ. That held me for about four or five years, but then my son was diagnosed with Juvenile diabetes and I was living in hell when the company I had worked with for almost twenty years went all haywire on me. When I was crying every day on the way to work and seriously considering ramming the car into the side of a big truck, I realized it was time to go back. It was sort of a pride issue, though. I liked to feel as if I was all “cured.” I guess that never really happens, though. Life is a disease I suppose, and you just go into remission sometimes. Anyway, I went back to him then and, once again, he helped me re-organize my life until I was happy… an amazing emotion!!! And, until my brother decided to have this love affair with cocaine, I just saw my therapist once a month as sort of a security blanket. Now I’m working with him to try to improve my ability to be intimate (in every way) with my husband (as anybody who has peeked into this diary obviously knows).

So, that’s where I stand on therapy. I guess it boils down to, get it BY ALL MEANS, IF (and, I really mean IF) you can find a person who makes you feel comfortable. We are all such different people in this world, my first therapist might have worked beautifully with someone else and my second might have drawn a complete zero with others (although I kind of doubt it, I think I was really lucky — blessed, as a matter of fact). You just have to shop around I guess, but it’s well worth it in the long run. Make sure you find someone who sort of lets you figure it out for yourself but asks you questions to make you think. After awhile you’ll find yourself able to ask yourself those questions and you won’t be quite so dependent on him/her. I think that’s the ultimate goal, to be able to “therapuerize” yourself. 😉