Home from therapy.
I met my therapist as Grace. Just Grace. She was a short, fat & happy little asian woman. He office was filled with throw pillows & ugly art. She was very bubbly & cracked a few jokes. Then we got down to business.
Grace had me think as far back into my childhood as I could. The farthest back I could remember was when I was 3 and my uncle died from a heroin overdose. I remember him buying me a cowgirl outfit at Disneyland. Then we were at a BBQ & he was so doped up that he caught himself on fire & didn't even feel it. He burnt the hell out of his face & his hand. 2 days later, he overdosed.
She had me continue my sad trip down memory lane. I talked to her for 2 hours. All she did was sit there & listen. She didn't take notes or anything, just listened.
After I was done, she told me to open myself up to people & to keep a detailed diary of my thoughts & emotions. She also said I had been tramatized at some point in my life (no duh) & that my mind was hyperactive (I think too much?) Grace perscribed me some sleeping pills & antidepressants.
Now I'm at home reflecting on what happened. It felt good to let everything out & for someone to be that interested in my life & how I feel. My dad was amazingly supportive. He made me appointmens every Tuesday & Thursday for the next 2 months. If I get anything from therapy, it might just be to learn not bottle shit up & hide myself from everyone.
Hopefully I can share my life with some of you Bluelighters.
JP
I met my therapist as Grace. Just Grace. She was a short, fat & happy little asian woman. He office was filled with throw pillows & ugly art. She was very bubbly & cracked a few jokes. Then we got down to business.
Grace had me think as far back into my childhood as I could. The farthest back I could remember was when I was 3 and my uncle died from a heroin overdose. I remember him buying me a cowgirl outfit at Disneyland. Then we were at a BBQ & he was so doped up that he caught himself on fire & didn't even feel it. He burnt the hell out of his face & his hand. 2 days later, he overdosed.
She had me continue my sad trip down memory lane. I talked to her for 2 hours. All she did was sit there & listen. She didn't take notes or anything, just listened.
After I was done, she told me to open myself up to people & to keep a detailed diary of my thoughts & emotions. She also said I had been tramatized at some point in my life (no duh) & that my mind was hyperactive (I think too much?) Grace perscribed me some sleeping pills & antidepressants.
Now I'm at home reflecting on what happened. It felt good to let everything out & for someone to be that interested in my life & how I feel. My dad was amazingly supportive. He made me appointmens every Tuesday & Thursday for the next 2 months. If I get anything from therapy, it might just be to learn not bottle shit up & hide myself from everyone.
Hopefully I can share my life with some of you Bluelighters.
JP
