So I have a new therapist at Hope Counseling and I like her a lot. This week we finally finished going through all the back story and started talking about Matt. I'm holding it together pretty well.
Just as long as you don't ask me about us together beforehand. How I felt about him then. How happy I was. Then I turn into a blubbering 4 year old and can't express or articulate myself at all and just say the same things over and over.
She gave me a homework assignment of an art project of showing what my relationship was with Matt before and after I found out. When I took out the paper to do the "before" I just sat and stared at it and cried and I just couldn't do anything. All I could think was, "I was so happy. I was SO happy." Finally I just put it away.
The after part was easy. I took a couple of brown oil pastels and scribbled all over it and crumpled it up good and brought it in to show her. I told her it was dog poo. That's what our relatioship and my life has been since.
Dog poo.
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I'm glad to hear you like the new therapist. I hope everything goes well with her. Even though it was still too hard to do the art project, it sounds like you're definitely moving in the right direction.
You have just made a huge step in the direction of getting "you" back. I won't lie, it will be hard, and some of the steps may be backwards, but don't be too hard on yourself. I can promise it will be worth it!
And...your photography is amazing, if I lived closer I would hire you in a minute.
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