Today Was a Good Day

Holy cow.

Today was a long day.

But it was a good one. Really good.

I had sessions with five different therapists, and I’m completely drained from talking so much and explaining myself and my story repeatedly. Frankly, it was a mixed bag, and they weren’t all good matches. I don’t know for sure if I’ll find the exact help I’m looking for, but it felt good to be able to explain myself and my objectives repeatedly with mental health providers, and to commit to doing so with minimal caveats and qualifications and self-doubt. To just…talk in the affirmative about my experiences and my needs.

After today, I have new reason to hope on a couple of fronts. I’m honestly a little afraid to publicly share the details of what I’m hopeful for, lest I somehow end up undermining the effort by doing so. And in part, I don’t want to let myself get too excited before things actually coalesce.

But today was a good day.

A really fucking good day.