...I think it's me...
Had a visit with my Mr. Psych this morn, which is a visit that's usually way too brief, but I suspect Doc took an extra few for me today. I am thankful. In my core there was a need for this that I was clueless about...until I left and have had a while to digest our exchange...our talk.
We went over all that Sir Dude and I spoke of yesterday...almost an hour of FYI all crammed up into twenty or so minutes! Usually it's like that too! But today, time seemed to ease up on me for a spell...so much said, so many emotions, so much heard, so much stirred...so much talk.
The past two mornings have been very productive...much has been accomplished. I would like to believe, but damn, too much talk!
While at Dr. Psych's office, I felt as if there was some form of vacuum attached to the underside of my chair draining and pulling my energies down and away. I left there feeling subdued and spent and actually in a different place (inside) than when we arrived for my visit. Oh yes, we had a productive talk.
There's this piece or part of me that believes I dropped the ball again. Today. Did I take my all to the plate. Oh God, I want to believe I do and that I did this morning! Me and my talk...
...it's me...
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