I went to therapy today. The last couple of times have been really good. I left smiling and laughing. Today I went and I happen to be sort of sleep deprived right now and couldn't think of anything important to say until 15 minutes before I was going to leave I remembered that I had written "Dodging Teapots". I read through it again while my counselor read it. I had forgotten that I had even written it.
Those were some pretty intense feelings but they didn't stay, obviously since I had forgotten about them. Which I could use as hope (as my counselor suggested) for future times when that happens again. Saying to myself, "Hey, this isn't going to last. Get it all out now and then it's out of me instead of inside of me. I'll be able to let it go without a problem."

I look forward to the day when I'll be in control of my own mind. But with the acceptance that there may be sometimes where I might not be in control, but that it will still be okay. And that I don't need to be a control freak when it comes to myself.

For some reason the fact that I had forgotten all those feelings feels good. It feels like progress. It feels like I know it was a big deal for me at the time, but I was able to and did let it go. That's wonderful!

Now, I have to go to bed. I'm so dang tired and really need sleep.

Until next time :) keep your chin up.

Loves