I’m Going to Therapy

Yes, therapy.

Some of you probably thought I may have already been going.

Nope.

I have been so concerned with the others in my life who need help, I have been neglecting someone important. Me.

I finally bit the bullet and contacted a therapist this week. I have my first appointment next week, and I’m hoping we connect so I can start and end this journey with one human.

I have been using other methods, and have gotten some help via chat when my daughter was struggling with suicidal thoughts, but have not taken the time to make sure I am getting the help I need.

I am glad I have taken this step, and I am also nervous. Nervous because I know I will have to get comfortable with being uncomfortable and face some stuff I have compartmentalized over the years.

There is a part of me that wants to back out, I won’t lie. Facing things I have stuffed way deep down is scary.

I just keep telling myself that maybe, just maybe, I will be able to release some of the demons that have been weighing me down. Maybe I can learn to be more graceful with myself.

Maybe I will become more confident in my own skin.

So many benefits of adding this to my toolbox.

It’s about time.

Let’s do this.