Hey Yo Dre, I got somethin to say
Dec. 10th, 2018 10:49 pmIt's been a while hasn't it?
I'm back.
After years of waffling with the idea, I finally went back to therapy. I had made it to the point where I was seriously concerned about the direction I was going mentally, and felt I couldn't really take it on myself. One of the things my therapist asked me is how my support system was going.
After some prodding, I had to kind of come to the realization that I don't have one. Really no one I can confide in, talk to, etc. - that's what I'm paying her for.
She made it clear how important it is to actually figure out how you're feeling and try to put some perspective behind it, as opposed to just going through the motions.
That's why I'm here now.
So let's talk about it, eh?
I flew back in from Denver today. Margaret was extremely sick before we left, and I really tried to talk her out of going - but she refused. As the trip rolled on, and she refused to just take it easy, eating rich food, drinking wine, staying out late...
Without fail, she got even worse. And then threw a pity party all day about feeling bad. I had a hard time garnering any sympathy.
We got home and suddenly I started feeling pretty ill. I'll admit I resented her even more for not taking care of herself, and making me feel worse in the process.
At least the flight was tolerable and I got sick once I got home. That would've been unbearable squeezed in one of those brutal airline seats.
It's going to be a stressful week at work - they try to cram everything in the last few weeks. It's no good.
I do feel a little better now.
I'm back.
After years of waffling with the idea, I finally went back to therapy. I had made it to the point where I was seriously concerned about the direction I was going mentally, and felt I couldn't really take it on myself. One of the things my therapist asked me is how my support system was going.
After some prodding, I had to kind of come to the realization that I don't have one. Really no one I can confide in, talk to, etc. - that's what I'm paying her for.
She made it clear how important it is to actually figure out how you're feeling and try to put some perspective behind it, as opposed to just going through the motions.
That's why I'm here now.
So let's talk about it, eh?
I flew back in from Denver today. Margaret was extremely sick before we left, and I really tried to talk her out of going - but she refused. As the trip rolled on, and she refused to just take it easy, eating rich food, drinking wine, staying out late...
Without fail, she got even worse. And then threw a pity party all day about feeling bad. I had a hard time garnering any sympathy.
We got home and suddenly I started feeling pretty ill. I'll admit I resented her even more for not taking care of herself, and making me feel worse in the process.
At least the flight was tolerable and I got sick once I got home. That would've been unbearable squeezed in one of those brutal airline seats.
It's going to be a stressful week at work - they try to cram everything in the last few weeks. It's no good.
I do feel a little better now.