At risk of sounding like an earnest, overly emotional, peri-menopausal lady I have to tell you that this comment made me cry. I read it at a traffic light after dropping my kids off at school. I have been so trepidatious about not just writing online, but revealing all the therapy/mental illness stuff. I came to the conclusion that I wan…
At risk of sounding like an earnest, overly emotional, peri-menopausal lady I have to tell you that this comment made me cry. I read it at a traffic light after dropping my kids off at school. I have been so trepidatious about not just writing online, but revealing all the therapy/mental illness stuff. I came to the conclusion that I want to talk to other people who are going through what I'm going through and if I'm not going to reveal myself there is no point in writing.
Your comment is everything I could've ever hoped for. And yes... That has been a large part of my therapy: Grieving for what happened and what didn't. I don't need to be a tough girl about it, I don't need to question myself and get all defensive, just fucking let myself be sad for what happened and what didn't - especially regarding my relationship with my parents.
Yes yes yes! There is so much strength in honoring our sadness! It's not hate. It's no blame... It's sadness...and it's liberating to let yourself feel it.
At risk of sounding like an earnest, overly emotional, peri-menopausal lady I have to tell you that this comment made me cry. I read it at a traffic light after dropping my kids off at school. I have been so trepidatious about not just writing online, but revealing all the therapy/mental illness stuff. I came to the conclusion that I want to talk to other people who are going through what I'm going through and if I'm not going to reveal myself there is no point in writing.
Your comment is everything I could've ever hoped for. And yes... That has been a large part of my therapy: Grieving for what happened and what didn't. I don't need to be a tough girl about it, I don't need to question myself and get all defensive, just fucking let myself be sad for what happened and what didn't - especially regarding my relationship with my parents.
Yes yes yes! There is so much strength in honoring our sadness! It's not hate. It's no blame... It's sadness...and it's liberating to let yourself feel it.
For sure. If a kind of closure exists it's found in letting yourself grieve what happened or didn't happen within a relationship and then moving on.