so after Tuesday's post (was it Tuesday? It may have been Monday.) I had a counselling appointment on Wednesday morning. I was not looking forward to it. I don't like being needy, and really, I need what this psychologist has to offer. She is kind and competent and I trust her to know more about what I need to get through this darkness than I do myself.
I still didn't want to go, because I knew I was looking at an hour and a half of forcing myself to look at my pain. I walked in full of dread ...
...and walked out into light, thanking God with every exhale, because something had shifted, because I knew more than when I walked in, and because what I left with was the ability to extend both grace and compassion to myself.
It's not always like that, but it was like that Wednesday, and I really just wanted to make a note of it.