It was ten years ago that I first saw a therapist, and today I began therapy again.
The first time I drove forty-five minutes into Saratoga Springs and sat across from Selma for an hour. Today I sat in my studio and talked to my new therapist on the phone.
I began to feel relieved when I started the process of getting help last week and now, after an hour of talking to and getting to know my therapist, I feel better than I have in a long time.
I can already see that my problems are common enough to be well understood and documented. This gives me hope that I can get to a better place.
I’m dealing with family issues, but I’m not going to write about it, not yet.
Maybe when I understand it all better and feel more secure about how I handle it I’ll be able to share what I’ve learned. I know this is an important decision in my life and I’m looking forward to it manifesting in many positive ways.
And I have no doubt that it will become visible, one way or another, in my art.