Friday, Apr. 22, 2022 - 8:59 pm.
I’m exhausted. I’ve had a slight headache for a couple days, I think it’s due to stress (and we've ran out of analgesics in the house). I have a lot of things to do at work, all minor tasks and a big one, and they all keep getting in the way of one another so it feels like I finish nothing.
Baby steps, though. June and July seem to be coming on strong at work, for good reasons that shall be unveiled in due time (hint: PRIDE MONTH). I’m just too tired to write right now.
I will say though that I had my second therapy session this Wednesday. I went right into discussing my alleged sexual trauma and the therapist made me cry with relief when she said I was looking for something to legitimise the pain I live with. I felt I was able to let go of a burden when she said that. I could finally believe myself, take my triggers and the hurting seriously, even if I didn't know or couldn't remember their origin. I knew that, intellectually, but I was missing that emotional click.
I was not a fan of the second half of our session, however, as she delved into femininity and waking up my “inner priestess”. Ugh. Nevertheless, I’ll stay in therapy because it’s amazing to finally say some things out loud and learn more about myself in the process. And because I have to ace therapy to carry on with adoption.
I’ll go with the flow as much as I can. I might be pleasantly surprised with the results. But let the record show that my inner priestess is awake and rolls her eyes at my therapist.
I’m too tired to talk about anything else, but all’s well in my little bubble, I'm looking forward to a chill weekend with Andrew.