We talk about my dad a lot.
It's absolutely clear to them that my family causes me anxiety, depression and guilt.
They feel leaving my job, and clearly outlining a plan for my life is what I need to do.
They've enrolled me in a group, much like AA, to help me deal with my depression and anxiety.
We talk one on three, once a week, and sometimes by phone if I have moments of weakness.
They help me a lot, and get things out of me that I didn't know I felt.
They are teaching me practical ways to cope with my feelings, self-destructive thoughts and behaviors.
It's a start. I don't feel better; I'm still looking through the glass darkly, but I know there is hope for me.
Hunting for joy takes time.
Happy dancing, dear friends.
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Thank you for your sweet comments.
-Enjoy, krb