Friday therapy is my long one, and today I was literally “gone” for 2hrs and 45min. My teenager, who has been gone, did all the talking. There was 15min. left when I “came back” to present. It is wearisome work. I was exhausted, had one of those emotional headaches, and wanted to sleep. I heard about half of what was said, I think. The information I did get, I’m pretty sure was not over 2 hrs. worth, hmmm….”Lucy, you got some splainin’ to do!”
Anyway, all humor aside, it was good and very productive. She is my part that engages in multiple addictive/harmful behaviors. She has made me aware of her alcohol and cigs stash, showed me what she uses to cut, and we talked about the bulimia. I can’t imagine trying to stop all that at once, so it will require patience and grace, lots of grace. I believe in her 100%, she is a fighter, and we are going to do it together.
My therapist (D) spent a significant amount of time with her on the topic support. Learning to depend on others, letting her people know when she is struggling, communicating with me, journaling, and that she could always text D, if needed. It isn’t different than any other ‘outside person’, we all need accountability and support. We need love not judgment, care not criticism, encouragement not put-downs.
My husband has been a strong support for me and has been there for “his girls”, as he calls them. He can hug and rock them when they need, where I can’t wrap my arms around myself, like I want to be held. I am truly blessed by his unconditional love for all of us!
Looking forward to progress, even if it is slow, or stalled at times. One day at a time; and we can always hit “Restart” at any moment.