Today….. I learned that my therapist is a badass. She tried patiently to get me started. But when she she seen the hurt, and the trauma…. She understood. And I learned something profound about myself.
I have to talk it all the way through. I’ve had too. I talk and talk and jump from story to story. Never once asking for her opinion. But today….. I was ready and she knew it. Nothing I was going to be able to say to myself is going to change what’s on the inside. But I would talk and talk some more. And I just couldn’t talk anymore. My way isn’t working and maybe if I let her help me….. So I told her and she waited then she spoke. At one point, feeling defeated, I told her I couldn’t therapy me. That’s why I was there. But I gave it a good fight. And the way I think about myself, I damn sure don’t need to be asking my own advice.
If you get it…. You get it.
this shit ain't no joke 