A different kind of Therapy Monday

Monday is my typical therapy night. And while last night, I didn’t have my therapy (this week I have it on Thursday)…I still did have therapy yesterday.

But it wasn’t for me.

I met with a new therapist who I painstakingly picked out with the help of my therapist. I was nervous, and even though this isn’t my therapist…it was still terrifying walking into a new therapists office for the first time.

It went well, and I ended up really liking her. I think it has a very high potential to help, and I’m excited about finally starting this process.

My son didn’t go with me to this appointment, it was just me and my husband, who met me there from work.

Even though it wasn’t for me and she isn’t my therapist, it still felt really good to be able to talk about the issues we’ve been having and what’s been going on. It felt like a relief.

So the new therapist is going to reach out to my therapist, since she knows me and knows a lot more about the situation, and I guess we’ll go from there.

Next week is spring break, so my son won’t have his first appointment until the week after. But I’ll be able to go with him, and she’ll get to know him, and I’m just hopeful. For the first time, I feel hopeful about the situation.

Everything around me might feel dark and out of my control right now…but this step, moving in the right direction, it makes me feel a little bit better.

Obviously I’m not expecting magic to happen and everything is better overnight, but we’ll get there.

Forward is forward, no matter the pace.

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