Last 2 months
So my therapist wanted me to rethink what happened to me in the last two months, irrespective of therapy itself.
I went through a very bad phase. Even walking to the office felt heavy. Not to be dramatic, but every step literally felt like my body was weighing me down. I felt like I was breaking and falling apart even while just sitting in one place. There were days I kept telling myself, “I’m not going to die in this place.” Ironically, I cried less than I did when I was in a relationship… yep, that’s true.
October was hard. But November felt like meeting myself again. I slowly started focusing on myself.
I definitely learned to value myself — something I had forgotten long ago. To love myself. And yeah… now I’m going to carry that lesson with me.
I started therapy on September 29, and November 29 marks my 10 session. Honestly, I’m proud of myself for not giving up and showing up every single time. It feels like I was finally being accountable to my emotions, to how much I wanted to process and heal. Therapy didn’t magically transform me, but it helped me hold on. There were moments where she simply said, “It’s okay,” and she validated my feelings, and I really needed that. A friend or anyone else can’t always understand or say the thing you actually need to hear. They’re biased.
And at this point, if I’ve started loving myself and being kind to myself, it’s because therapy grounded me. When you’re in a vulnerable place, it’s so easy to get off track and go in a completely different direction. Therapists can only guide you to what’s already inside you… And yeah, it all makes sense now.
Whatever happened to me was ultimately for my good. And everything always works out for me.
- I collapsed, processed, healed, and rebuilt myself.
- I became emotionally grounded.
- I became self-loving.
- I regained inner strength.
- I transformed.
And whatever happened to me was for my good, and everything always works out for me.
-MysteryGirl
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