Stuck in the mud

It’s been, what, three months since momma passed and I’m feeling some what disconnected. I think. Yeah, not really sure what’s going on. I met with my therapist in Jun and she recalled that during our previous conversation I was suppose to go on a trip, a vacation from caregiving I thought. But since momma had passed I have ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD now so I foolishly thought I didn’t need the vacation.

Interestingly, the moment the words left my mouth I could hear how foolish I had been. OF course I still needed a vacation! Not only did I need to recover from caregiving, Twelve years of caregiving, the lost of my mother, but I’m also getting ready to step into Phase II. I’m now enrolled in seminary to begin on-line courses in September, I’ m finishing up a graduate level certification program in non-profit management AND I’m in the process of getting a book published! Not to mention my podcast.

OF COURSE I NEED A VACATION!!! No wonder I wake up and really just want to get back to bed and eat ice cream:-). I want to say, that having someone who is objective listen to me and help me sort out my priorities has been extremely helpful. Honestly, I really think that everyone needs a therapist!

What we experience in life can sometimes push us toward a detour and if you can’t share what you’re going through with someone who is nonjudgmental is one way that will ensure you stay on the detour. Having a therapist is a way to get you back on the road (of course get to choose the road), and moving forward.

To all the therapist out there. “Thank you”