Last week, I finally did something that I’d been wanting to do for a long time. I signed up for counseling. I’m able to do it online through our insurance for a co-pay. I’d been thinking about doing it for quite a while and finally put on my big girl pants and did it.
My first appointment was last Thursday evening. I really liked the lady; she was very easy to talk to. Hoping for a much better experience than my previous counseling (many, many years ago).
It’s hard for me to talk about, but I consider it to be important to share and be open about my journey. I feel like I have dealt fairly well with the journey since Tom died. But the events of the last few months (losing my grandmother, the wreck, being sick, the tooth, etc.) have taken a huge emotional and mental toll on me.
In order to take care of myself, I feel like this is something I need to do. Plus I’m working on being open to new things this year, so there’s that.
It’s really hard for me to open up to someone about my life. I always try to act like everything is okay, even when it’s not.