June182009
On Therapy
I’ve started going to therapy again, after a six-month hiatus. My thoughts on therapy tend to waiver a lot, and although I sometimes find it useful, I more often find it boring and just rehashing what I already know. But, I’m struggling. My good friends are all ridiculously busy this summer (with worthy causes like…preparing to have a baby, working for the natural resources council, starting community counseling grad school. All good things, all time consuming things). If nothing else, it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Someone to tell all the crazy things I think that I’m not comfortable telling more casual friends. So, I choose a therapist from my new health plan, go and talk. I tell her I’m worried about making the wrong choice, about not seeing or appreciating the love I already have when maybe it is all I need. How do you know when what you have is good enough? How do you know when the doubts are just nagging, and when you should pay attention? “You’ll just know,” she says, “when it’s the right person, you’ll fight and say stupid things and hurt each other, but you’ll know they’re it.” And it is just as simple as that.
