Labor of Love

Gratitude fills me up and yesterday found itself overflowing from within. Why? It is simple. I finished up a long and somewhat arduous process yesterday, something that has meant the world to me. Something that has opened up doors for me mentally and emotionally.

Therapy.

I am done. I have "graduated", I have the tools necessary to critically think about my life on my own at this point. Saying goodbye to Patricia was the hard part. Knowing I will most likely never see her again is tough. She's been an important person in my life. One that has guided me and helped me and taught me how to look a little further inside than I had been willing or even knew how to.

But - the thing about therapy is this... you do all the real work yourself. Not your therapist, YOU. A good therapist, in my opinion, will guide you... not tell you what to think or how to think. Challenge you, yes... cause you to squirm on occasion, definitely but that's only because they tend to sometimes force you to look at yourself in a mirror of sorts.

Now that it is over and I am finally, truly and completely moving into the next phase of my life, as I said in the beginning... I am full of gratitude. Yesterday, I had the warm and fuzzies through my whole final session and into the evening. Right up until bedtime too. Thank God for the help I have received. Thank God that I had the opportunity to work with Patricia. Thank God we clicked and thank God that I have enough of my own mind that therapy actually worked for me. Thank God I got help when I so desperately needed it. I really, truly cannot imagine what my life would look like had I not taken that step three and a half years ago. While it may not be for everyone, the experience I had was and will be one of the greatest experiences of my life. For it, I feel truly blessed.

Someone is looking out for me and wants me to live better. And while it was alot of intensive and sometimes painful labor, it was a labor of love. For myself and for those whom I can help now that I'm a little closer to being all straightened out. (Are any of us ever really all the way straightened out?) It is exciting that I am a little closer to where I want to be.