Week three of no therapy. He comes back on Christmas Eve, so I’ll have a session in the morning of the 24th for the first time in ages. Missing it so badly as lots of stuff is happening that I want to discuss but I’m afraid that I will shut up and lie there quietly as always.
Somehow I cannot start talking. Not sure why; I used to be talkative and open and wanting to blurt everything out to previous therapists but this time….I don’t.
I need to figure this out. I have set myself a task – in 2013 I WILL sort my life out! I am tired of being a slave to my memories and feelings and the anger and bitterness; I need to let it go, for my future’s sake. I must.
Wish me luck!