Friday, March 7, 2014

Second times a charm: Therapy

Second times a charm: Therapy

Just a quick update this afternoon. I wasn’t sure where I was going to take today’s blog. I had some ideas. But I need to process some thoughts before I felt ready to write about them. So anyway yesterday after work I had my first….second Therapy session.  The first time I tried it back in November it was not good. I don’t really feel like I was ready to talk then. I had just admitted all this to my families and I guess myself for that matter. So it was just too early in the process to jump right in. The other thing I didn’t really like about the last one was he seemed very ready to get me on a medication. I am not a big fan of medication. Yes I will pop an advil if I have a headache bad enough. But I try to avoid them. So meeting with this guy for 1 hour and him immediately coming to the conclusion that I need Zoloft seemed a bit rushed to me. This lady is not a doctor so she cant directly prescribe anything which I like. I am sure she will be able to recommend medications to my PCP or something but we didn’t get into all that. This time around I just felt 100000x more comfortable. The last guy’s office was super busy and papers and books allllllllllllllll over the place and it guess I just never felt good in there. This lady’s office was smaller, one entire wall of her office was a full height/width window looking out at a pond, which brought in a comfortable amount of natural light given the overcast day. She didn’t have any other lights on in the office other then a weird “orb” shaped light that slowly changed colors. Probably some crazy mood light thing but I found myself always looking at it. Specifically during the purples and greens. Not sure why. The office also had an incredibly strong scent plug in or something. It reminded me of Sea Breeze or Ocean Walk from yankee candle. It was also very neat. She didn’t have a traditional desk. So I think it helped that it didn’t feel like an office. Just big couches, a couple chairs and bookshelfs and her Macbook Air that she used to work with. She is very soft spoken and calming. Like she matched the feel of her office perfectly. Calming, neat, clean, safe I guess. I was really nervous about working with a woman I wont lie. I felt like it was going to be straight up Soprano style.  She actually grew up in Little Neck and went to FC. So we shared a nice common ground right off the bat. So anyway it started out good. She asked me how I wanted to start the process and basically said we could just dive right in and I could just start talking… or she could begin by asking questions and hopefully prompting a discussion from them. We did the ladder. It was nice. Because I had no idea where to start if I had too. Some questions I answered a simple yes or no but others sparked lengthy discussions. It was pretty much an overview of the general issues I am facing but I am hoping/excited to begin to more specifically dig into each one. She even agreed to try her best to read this blog. I told her I totally understand she probably has a ton of other patients and a life outside of work and a family and stuff… but I think the only way a therapist would really be able to help is if they read it. It is an incredibly detailed outline of my life and struggles. It is so hard to remember everything once a week for an hour so I think this would be incredibly helpful. I guess you could say it could give her a massive head start on decoding my past and present.

Anyway… just a quick update today.

Also I would like to put out a major prayer request for those prayer warriors out there… My mom’s Mom is in the hospital after being rushed there last night for some heart problems I think. My mom got a phone call yesterday around 4pm and by 8pm she was in the air flying to up Mass. So be praying that it is nothing serious and for healing. And for the family to receive peace through all this.

And also Pray for Erin. She has been slowly developing a cold or sinus infection this week so pray for speedy recovery!


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