Elephants

Monday morning therapy - there's just nothing I'd rather be doing... or not.

This morning was rough. Still reading TrueFaced with two chapters to go. I'm feeling pretty good about the whole thing as we start discussing the current chapter until D says that on this chapter we'll be talking about the elephant in the room. Really? Today? I haven't talked about that elephant for... well, I never talk about it so why today? Ah yes... it's the last thing on my "recovery plan". I'm starting to hate that plan. Anyway, we forge ahead because I have plans for my therapy co-pays and sitting here for another 10 months is not one of them.

So we talk about the elephant in the room. We talk about feelings and thoughts and really uncomfortable stuff but... I realize it's tough, I hate it, but it's do-able. I tell D this, that I'm actually feeling good about it, not in a great let's do this every day kind of feeling, but like a good/ok kind of feeling. Yep, I'm ready to talk about the elephant and then walk him out the door.

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11