Started my every-other-week sessions with my "T" because of financial constraints and higher cost of co-pay, as I've mentioned before. Gotta say this just stinks. I had a list of 22 topics to discuss. 22! Too much going on!! He read my list and exclaimed that it was enough for 2 or 3 sessions. I agreed.
Almost makes me want to just quit the sessions altogether for a while because I'm so frustrated, but I suppose some sessions are better than none right now. At this point in my life, I think I would totally sink without some grounding with my T, and I also think they are at least keeping me out of a hospital.
I have gotten away from journaling, and I think I will start that up again; it may help. That, and I have more venting to do through drawing. I do abstract stuff. I'm no artist, trust me, but I use the colors I'm feeling, and it does help.
It is hard sometimes to NOT shut everyone out and keep silent, but that was what I did most of my life, and I feel that talking is a direct, umm, hmm, "bird" finger to my abuser. So, talking is scary, but I relish it at the same time.
Oh, and I re-started several supplements/vitamins that I had ditched for a few months. I'm hoping they will help again.
Guess my motto for 2013 will be something like, "Try to care about my health--can't hurt, may help!"
Yes, more rambling from this gal. Thanks for listening.
-Misty