During today's session with the therapist, he told me he thought I was handling everything very well, and even said it was inspirational. I'll tell you what, it doesn't feel like it's very inspirational. He ended the session with "Keep doing what you're doing. You're experiencing a death. Take as much time as you need."
But I know grief well. I'm grief's bitch. I know that I'll never get rid of it, it'll blunt the edges a bit just enough for me to be sucker punched at a time when I think I've moved beyond it.
It's always going to be there like an anchor.
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