Today I made the difficult but right decision to let my therapist know that I would not be coming back after today. The last 6 months with her have been so helpful and empowering. She gave me tools that I will use forever to succeed in my journey of healing and self-discovery.
This decision also makes me a little sad. I really like my therapist. We just “clicked.” If I would have met her randomly at a party I would immediately like her. I could tell she really “got” me and what I was going through because low and behold she had gone through the same thing! I think it was fate that I found her when I did. Every single time I walked out of her office I felt lighter, refreshed and ready to take on what life was ready to throw my way.
I’ve been to therapy many times in my life, but never for very long. After a few sessions, I felt I got what I needed or didn’t get anything at all so I would stop going. The last time I was in therapy was with my now ex-husband. He was in the midst of his affair, but forgot to mention said affair while we were in counseling. But, that’s water under the bridge and I have moved on. For the most part anyway.
Here are a few things the last six months of therapy have taught me.
- When on a journey of healing from a painful divorce and dealing with the residual anger that comes with that experience, be easy on yourself. You’re going to f*ck up and go to crazy town once in a while. And that is ok! You just want your visits to crazy town to become further and further apart until eventually you never have to visit that place again.
- Self-healing is a lot like training for a marathon. You can’t go from chip loving, pizza-loving couch potato to running a marathon in one day, just as you can’t go from damaged and angry to peaceful and loving in one day. It takes time, work and reconditioning to get where you need to be. Whether it is physically or emotionally. When I get mad at myself because I f*cked up and behaved in a way I shouldn’t have I remind myself of this. You can’t go to the gym one time and walk out with six-pack abs. Boy, would that be nice though?
- Life is hard. Really hard. For all of us. We are all fighting or have fought battles in our life that we wish we wouldn’t have. Therapy is something that I think is still taboo and people are afraid to talk about. Therapy has been a life saver for me. Truly. It has been worth every single penny. I think everyone should have a therapist just as everyone should have a primary care physician or a dentist. Mental health care is just as important.
The last few weeks have been the best I’ve had as far as talking myself off the ledge when I start to think about my ex and what he did. A year and a half ago I would text and/or call him and berate him, scream and cuss at him all day long. Now I remind myself of all the reasons I’m so happy we are no longer together. This replaces my need to go harry carry on him. A few of those reasons are:
- I live in a house where I no longer have to walk on eggshells.
- My stomach doesn’t turn when I hear the garage door opening knowing that he is home.
- I don’t worry about getting micromanaged in the kitchen and being told what pot to use to boil water, or god forbid how to properly load a dishwasher. I now get giddy when I turn on a half-full dishwasher. Why? Because I can, d*mn it!
- I spontaneously decide what to have for dinner each night instead of having meals pre-planned. God forbid we go out to eat when it’s taco night! No more of that. If I thaw out chicken in the morning but get a hankering for Thai food. Guess what? Thai food it is!
- I no longer have to deal with a fuddy-duddy who never wanted to go anywhere unless it was within a 5-mile radius of the house. I can do what I want, when I want and don’t have to deal with a wet blanket while doing so.
- My daughter now has a happy Mom who is redefining herself every day. And that is a beautiful thing.
My journey is not over, not by a long shot. I will keep working on my healing and self-discovery until the day I die. I now have the tools in place and the mindset I need to keep trudging on no matter what life throws my way. I have my therapist to thank for that.
Previously published here and reprinted with the author’s permission.
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