Wednesday, June 25, 2008
I went out and got myself a journal and a therapist yesterday. The jounal to write in, the therapist to talk to. It's time to do some work, the hard work, the internal work that I must do to live this life. I've done this kind of digging before, and now I've found myself neck up in dirt again and in need of a hand and a shovel. I don't think there is anything shameful in seeking therapy. I don't think that getting a therapist means that my husband or friends or God are not enough. For me it just means I need another perspective and fresh insight. It took me awhile to admit I needed it this time. I like to drudge along on my own awhile until I find myself face down in a puddle of mud unable to get up. Well it's wasn't that bad, but I knew it was time. Luckily I have the most wonderful supportive loving partner anyone could have. So anyway, that's where I am right now. Happy shoveling.