This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.
This is the longest I’ve gone without writing since I started writing regularly. It’s been almost a month.
The whole time I was on my trip I kept saying “I should write.” “I should write.” And then the constant movement of 2 weeks out of town would carry me away again. I also wasn’t sure how to compartmentalize my feelings into the type of things I normally write.
I’m still not sure how to.
This trip was hard for so many reasons.
I’m glad to be home.
This week I start with a new therapist, and leave behind a therapist I’ve had for 5+ years. I’m sad, but also feel like it’ll be a good move for me. I’m not sure how to handle telling her I won’t be coming back after my appointment this Friday.
I hate confrontation, and while this isn’t really confrontation, it kind of is. I’m firing her, after years of a great working relationship.
But she’s no longer helping me grow, and a few times a year she falls asleep during our sessions, so, it’s time for someone new.
My old therapist has been there with me through a lot. She knows me better than I know myself in a lot of cases. She really has helped me get to where I am now.
But I’m really hopeful about this new therapist.
I worked with her in the partial program I was in.
Another benefit is weekly group therapy.
Group group is what we called it in PHP, and that name has stuck. Having weekly group group will be an incredible addition to weekly individual therapy, especially since we’re starting with a group of people I already know from my time in partial.
I’m excited to begin this new therapeutic journey. It’s time to learn and grow with someone new.
But that means I have to let the old therapist know I’m leaving, and my stomach drops just thinking about it. I’ve even considered just cancelling my appointment and never showing up again, but that doesn’t seem fair to her, and it seems like a missed opportunity to work on something that’s hard for me.
Why can’t all things be easy.