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Originally Posted by Walkedthatroad
I used to only have sadness to name and feel. I was directed as a kid what I was allowed to feel. Many times it was by osmosis from the mother. Happiness, joy, anger, hate, etc., were there in front of me, but I did not know how to drink from the well. Post therapy, I can't be stopped. I've even used a swear word or two to punctuate my speech. That's progress for me.
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So, maybe there's hope for me if I stay in therapy long enough...sigh.