Wednesday I had to call my therapist for an extra session. Grateful that she made the time to see me, at the end of her day. I’m blessed beyond words- thankful and grateful don’t seem to say enough about her willingness to help out at times like these.
I was able to be present the entire time and walk through the information from Tuesday. It was painful and hard to take in completely. She made a space for me to feel safe and comforted in the grieving. I find it hard to accept care and comfort, since it wasn’t given to me as a child. I learned to do without, learned not to need it, fought to never want it, but on the inside, the parts of me are longing for it. It is a battle, and I’m trying accept comfort from those in my life. Ugh….