Last week seemed to be all about patience and trust. With myself, with my therapist, with the whole process.
Since the last couple of weeks have been wrought with various ruptures and challenges within therapy and the therapeutic relationship, I’ve been exhausted and detached from the entire experience.
But I think that’s okay. And maybe even a good thing.
I wrote about Thursday’s session being a lovely conversation. I felt more like me in that hour than I’ve felt in a very long time. I was calm and able to be both authentic and vulnerable with my therapist. I felt like we were attuned to each other and in sync.
Friday’s session was also nice. My appointment was right after a nine hour professional conference, so I showed up in a suit and completely burned out from a day of heightened social interactions. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to talk about very much in that state, but we were able to pick up on the good energy of the session on Thursday and flow with it.