Here is it June. Only the 2nd or 3rd post of the year. I wish that I could say that life is wonderful. Life is peachy. Life is all roses. Actually, life is still hard. Hard as hell. But, at the end of the day....I have continued to get up. Which is what I promised myself and my kids I would do regardless of how hard it is.
The last post in March I had just began seeing a new therapist. It wasn't going very well. It wasn't her... instead it was more the reason why I was there. Having any choice in who I saw at this clinic wasn't an option and well...it wasn't going well.
It's been almost 3 months since I first started seeing R. It hasn't been easy. Holy hell it hasn't been hard as hell. I really want to say hard as fuck. But I've been trying to refrain from using the F word. That doesn't always go very well.
For the first time in 15 years of therapy...something has happened. Something pretty damn big. Something that isn't always easy to wrap my head around.
I will try to "talk" about that in my next blog post.