Well, I went to therapy for the first time ever today. It was intense. I cried pretty much the entire time, but I was able to say a lot of things that I’ve been bottling up for a long time. I also heard some things that I didn’t realize I needed to hear, including that I have a right to say how I feel. It seems so simple and straightforward, but apparently I needed someone to say it. I turn 33 on Wednesday, and I have decided that this is the year that I take care of me.
I’m decompressing by looking for a pretty journal so that I can start writing down my feelings even before I get to the point where I can say them out loud. Any suggestions for good ones? I’m a sucker for purple and high-quality paper.