Intensive outpatient program
Today was definitely not what I expected. After Thursday’s two unsuccessful therapy sessions I was ready to give up and try something else that works for me, but then I realized you can’t take one bad experience and make a judgment that that is how it is always going to be. And I got a phonecall saying that I had to call and cancel if couldn’t make it. I couldn’t just not show up and it was Friday and they open on Monday so I really couldn’t call and had to go.
Today was the first time I felt comfortable and that I was able to say exactly what I needed to. No I didn’t make new friends or meet my new boyfriend there but I just liked simply being there. It’s something to wake up for in the morning. I even sat nervously during breaks while they had laughed together. Everyone had been together for a few weeks now and here I was entering their circle where they felt safe. I felt the judging eyes when I got there. I guess you could say the first step is me feeling comfortable telling my story.
Monday, February 1, 2010
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