Sometimes.

I was pretty nervous about seeing a therapist. I was worried that she would judge me, and for some reason I had this extreme fear that she wouldn't think much of me because I'm using insurance to pay for our sessions. I know that sounds crazy, but if you've ever looked for a therapist and noticed how many people don't take or don't like to take insurance, you would understand. In the end I'm so glad that I made that appointment.

Even after one single appointment, I feel that the swell of noise in my head has died down, and that I'm on the right path to making sense of my jumble of a life. And interestingly enough, admitting how I feel about my ex has helped me to regain some sense of control regarding the situation. I feel like- no I know- that I'm going to be just fine. So I guess that sometimes, just admitting the truth to yourself and saying it aloud is enough to take away its power.

I'm going to see her again on Monday and I cannot wait! In the meantime, I have a few other things that need to get back on the right track too. To every or no one who's reading this- have a great night : )