The Last Therapy Session On Monday, I attended my final therapy session, possibly ever. It was bitter sweet. I did not think that I was ready to be done, but my therapist had been suggesting it for months. So, I squeezed in all the time I could with her. I was in therapy for about 3 years. It was a long journey. When I first started I could not see a light at the end of the tunnel and voiced that often. It wasn't a walk in the park. It was really hard. I had to take a long look at myself often and admit that maybe I was part of the problem. That alone is a really hard thing to do. I did so much work on myself in and out of my therapy sessions. I had to relive all of my traumatic moments that landed me there in the first place. Having to tell it all caused me a lot of hardships. I had to go through nightmares, flashbacks, panic attacks. But ignoring the problem does not making it go away. We have to relive our pains in order to conquer them. The Version ...
The Timeline I Thought I'd Have This past Sunday I turned 30 years old. There are so many things I thought I would have done or accomplished by now. It is hard to feel like there isn't a rush on things in life. But there really isn't. I thought that by now I would be done with my degree, have started my career, be married, and have at least one child. But turns out I am a year out from finishing my bachelors, I have not started my career, I am not married, and I do not have any kids. But that is okay. Everyone goes at their own pace. I actually have a tattoo on my ankle that says "run the race of life at your own pace". I felt this was so fitting for me because life does feel like a race sometimes. The Comparison Trap This is something that I am so guilty of. I sit there and go on social media and see so many of my friends getting married and having children. It makes me feel like man, when is that going to happen for me? I thought I would already be there...