So… I went to my first therapy session and…
But really, I did. I told her I read blogs religiously.
I hope you don’t mind 😉
But… I’m feeling indifferent. I’m not really sure even what to say.
I am not racist by ANY means, but the first thing I realized was she was Asian who spoke, of course, broken English.
The second thing I noticed is how much I kept looking at the clock because I felt I had so much of a story all the time in the world wouldn’t be enough.
Third thing I realized was after an hour and a half I felt completely relieved talking to someone.
Fourth thing I realized was how, by the time the session was over, I completely forgot my therapist had broken English and the fact it bothered me to begin with was because I was trying to find a reason to run out of the building.
I’m still processing the session.
I’m letting it marinate.
I’ll type more about it later because I’m just… kinda... confused.
But for some reason it made me want one of these…
So, if someone from D.C. or New York wants to send me a Pumpkin Crumbs cupcake… And a Reeses… And an elvis.
Please, do not hesitate.
Thank you everyone for recommending therapy.
I think this may seriously change my life. 🙂