[Suratji]

I may rant and rave about therapy. I may question it ad nauseum. I may fight back and worry about it. I may torture myself with doubts whether it's useful or necessary.

But, I tell you, after a 12 day drought of no therapy because T was on vacation, it feels like I'll be experiencing a refreshing, life-giving, uplifting encounter tomorrow.

There's a certain happiness and joy (even though there is an admixture of fear and pain and anxiety) going to T. It's like dancing in the field with an array of beautiful wildflowers, the sun is shining and there's a soft breeze that warms the body, mind and soul.

So what if I stumble and fall sometimes? It hurts a bit but the fragrance of the flowers and song of the birds and the swaying of the branches of the trees so envelope and protect me that even the pain somehow feels good.

That tomorrow I can visit this magical place (my T's office) where my true self may eventually be found and embraced is the wonder of my life right now. I will skip and jump and twirl in this field until I'm finally released and am free to be me.

[Elli-Beth]

I love this description! I had an amazing emergency session today and I can't believe the difference 24 hours can make! I'm SO in love with therapy right now! (But not with my T, mind you, he's still one of those man people, after all...but I do have to say I trust him more than ever!)

[learning1]

your post made me laugh Suratji. actually, a t once embarrassed me by implying I was being superficially happy with the word skipping involved somehow, I don't remember. i was glad to see your post wasn't about that