Thanks, Chris, for starting this thread again. I keep meaning to post because I like the format, but life has gotten in the way. Our basement flooded a couple of weeks ago, as did most of our neighbors. My H, being the pack rat that he is, had dozens of cardboard boxes filled with "junk" (not to him, though) piled up on top of each other. Of course the bottom ones are all wet, but not the top ones. It would have been easier if we would have had more water; then everything would have to go! Instead, I have to sort through stuff, and I have to do it mostly by myself. I threw out some books, and H took them out of the wastebasket. A lot of books got ruined, but he's trying to dry them out. I keep telling him it's sewer water, and not safe, but he doesn't listen! So, it's hard. Our computer only works in the basement, so I'm wearing a mask. The carpet has to be removed; it is still damp and smells awful! This is slow work for us, but I am glad because I've wanted to throw things out for years!!!

On the therapy front, I unleashed a lot of anger in my session yesterday. I have never done therapy the way I'm doing it with my T. The somatic experiencing is difficult for me, but I think it's going to be productive. My T believes in it very strongly, and she works hard with me. My other Ts used to work hard too, but I didn't feel like they were working WITH me. They weren't as involved, maybe because this therapy is different. I DO things, not just talk. I have to move, be aware of my body, look around the room, and look at her. She leads the sessions; she's in charge, and I like that. Of course I start out talking about whatever I want, or I bring in my artwork and we discuss it. Therapy is going well.

I could write forever, LOL. I'll stop for now.