Therapy, A Brain Flossing And Mental Enema

Relations,

I had my session with my therapist this afternoon, and Sir Dude, was aware and present. He provided me with a damned good brain floss and mental enema too boot. My shoes seem to fit a bit differently and my Oneness is a bit more at ease. The brilliant thing about this, is that my right good therapist knows this about me. He knows I trust him and today we provided one and another a visual on just how much of my trust is vested in him. The brother knows me. What can I say? Same is true with my doctors, their assistants and staff members know me, my counselor's with Vocational Rehab know me too, and across the board we are all on the same page. The is no room for bull shit here. If I even begin to feel something is throwing me off balance, I attend to the matter with an urgency. You see, I do this because this is what is keeping me alive. I read. I watch and I listen. Perhaps there are times when I take things seriously, perhaps then, there are times when it is the right thing to do, for me to take my better state of mind, body and Spirit, seriously. Seen?

With this damned good brain floss and emotional enema, we were able to get into the nooks and crevices between the folds of my brains. I might have gotten in there so good that there is some bleeding going on up here. Speaking of which, I kept getting terrible cluster pains on the left corner of the crown of my head, between my scalp and skull. That's how good we worked this emotional shit today and I worked hard.

There remains this feeling that I left something undone or this feeling that I forgot to share something. As if there was a piece of a home work assignment that was misplaced creating a work that is incomplete. I reckon that this is why sometimes I still feel so insecure, even with what I would consider an above average meeting. I am speculating that the disappoint with Vocational Rehabilitation, and the emotions that were stirred by this, set me up for some pretty ugly self talk. I know this. Yet, even with the knowing, this is from where the insecurity stems. Where my emotions and my self talk live.

Ma'am, I have had grown folks play with my emotions all of my damned life. I mean from Kinfolk on through to complete entrusted friends and Kindred. I just don't have time for that any more. Folks who play with folks emotions are no longer welcomed in my life or even in my circle for that matter. It's simple like that and it clears the air of any misunderstandings. Don't lie, don't bull shit me and do not play with my emotions. I am sure and secure with establishing these as boundaries.

I just wish my self talk was as simple.