I'm not sure if this is a real "breakthrough" or if I'm just in an easy place in life now... After years of feeling obsessed and in love with my therapist, which had its own base level of emotional pain and suffering to it, and then culminating recently in a deep mourning for what felt like was the loss of my therapists love, yet I was not terminated and haven't lost him, and it got all garbled up with my other losses in my mind and I was at a crescendo in my depression, and then it just, stopped. I felt deep in my core a sense of self pity only this time maybe it was self compassion and not pity, and I realized that I am no longer in danger. My therapist, as disappointing as he is refusing to say he loves me, does care about me. It finally felt silly to fight against the notion of him caring. I cried for myself and then I stopped, and I decided I'm done mourning and I'm ready to move on. I love my therapist more than ever but I am no longer in love with him, my feelings have morphed in a way I have actually never felt this way toward someone before. I have a deep compassion and empathy for him that goes beyond my desire to possess him. I keep waiting for the floor to fall from under me, and or pigs to fly. The whole thing is still sad don't get me wrong, but the fact it's no longer depressing feels like a miracle. Chemical imbalance?
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