A pizza is a large, flat food that is usually round with ingredients that sit on top of a bread base.
Today we ordered chicken and spinach on one half and just cheese on the other half of the pizza.
I don’t usually eat pizza, but by the time I got back home from therapy, I was rather exhausted.
Therapy is just like pizza.
A therapist helps to pull things out of you. In my case, she is pulling things out that hurt A LOT.
The more she pulls, the more it hurts. Eventually there won’t be anything left to pull out, but I’m not at that point yet.
On the outside, as a casual observer, you wouldn’t be able to tell what’s really going on inside my heart and head. It’s the same with the outer edge of a pizza. It is crunchy on the outside and yet, the inside is soft.
Therapy too looks easy from the outside. People just go talk and leave, right? Well, maybe some people treat therapy that casually, but I want results. I’m in the experience 100 percent. I want to have a full, happy life and this is the only way I’m going to be able to have it.
The pizza is cooked on an open flame.
Therapy is like being cooked on an open flame.
No cut to my therapist, but it is quite painful.
Today I cried a lot in therapy and vocalized a few things that I’ve never really admitted to anyone. Isn’t it strange that no matter how much you want to keep something locked away, eventually it comes out one way or the other? All that stuff coupled with the near loss of my daughter really tipped the scales over.
I truly have hope for not only getting over my PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), but for completely freeing myself from painful baggage that has held me back all of my life. I would write more about it all, but I’m totally exhausted and need to sleep especially since my therapist stressed “self care” today.
So I am taking this therapy journey in big bites because I want to be whole again. The good news is that I will not only be whole again, but I will be better than ever before because I will be free of my self-defeating baggage.
By the way, as great as the pizza looks in the pictures, it tasted totally awful. The end result, however, was that all my hunger pains disappeared.
Therapy is just like the pizza I ate tonight – kinda yucky, but will make my pains disappear.