I saw my crazy therapist today. It hadn’t been a good day at all, and I literally broke down the moment I sat down on her couch. My head was spinning, and I couldn’t even articulate exactly what was wrong. I suppose her office has become a safe place. She is kind. I was able to let the cracks in my veneer crumble away. I think she was shocked, because I am usually in control. Usually our conversations are logical, even methodical. In the past, we have analyzed situations and scenarios for a deeper understanding. Today was all emotion; no control; no logic. Today, I was not in control. I’ve had enough of control. Today I simply spilled my guts and let the pain, confusion, and frustration that hold me hostage rise up to the surface. I think she was shocked. Continue Reading »