I’ve spoken about therapy before here and hello – I’m about to again. I freaking LOVE what I got from therapy. All I needed was some reframing of my mindset and it felt like life wasn’t actually so bad. That I didn’t need to be weighed down by my past and my own doubts. Those are all feelings that I can control.
So. We adopted a cat.
So now I’m realising that my experience as a human being is not necessarily determined by me, and it makes me upset. I like to have control, we all do, but this is uncontrollable. This is the course of history. This is the progression of humanity.
Have you ever come across a concept or a thought, in like a movie or a novel, that stays with you far longer than the plot or the characters? It’s been about 5 years since I read The Witch of Portobello and while I couldn’t recount it save for the major plot points, there is a concept I came across in the novel that I can’t stop thinking about.
Believe me when I say I am head over freaking heels for the written word. So in my love-drunk stupor, I had a thought about language that frankly blows my little brain.
This week I’ve been thinking about living in America vs. my childhood in South Africa. The fundamental difference – The American Dream.
I mean also…location, mentality, just about almost everything… but lets focus on the American Dream, shall we?
When I got that tattoo, dude I realised that the opinions of others over my own body are worthless. I’m marked now with a permanent fixture that reflects back so much love and understanding…
This week we’re going to discuss my biggest takeaways from my short time in therapy and what kind of therapy I chose to undertake and why. If you are wondering whether it’s worth your while at all, this should give you some idea.
I’ve been thinking about how people we’ve cared about – people we’ve chosen – have the power to change our minds and indeed our lives. Here is a love letter to those people who’ve changed mine.
Now don’t get me wrong – I am not a garbage heap of a person – but I recognise that there are parts about myself that are not necessarily conducive to my own happiness. So they have to go. Or I need to get better at dealing with them.
Or accept them altogether.