JOURNALING:“So you’re not crazy anymore?” responded Andy after I told him that Monday was my last therapy session with Trish.
I giggled and responded that I never was crazy.
But I instantly took that back.
Maybe I wasn’t crazy, but I wasn’t myself. I wasn’t me. Adjusting to the birth of Evie was harder than I imagined. I just didn’t feel like doing the same old things that I used to. I was quiet. I was reserved. I was sad. I was bitter. I held onto some resentment. It is crazy how a beautiful blessing could turn into something so bad.
I am cured. I am back to my normal self. The bubbly, fun and happy Stephanie that was hidden deep inside is back.
I do have to admit that I am scared and a little terrified to go on this new journey alone. I relied on Trish for a lot of things. I relied on her help and her support. It frightens me to not have her penciled in my planner. But I know I have to tools to deal with anything that may arise.
She has taught me well.
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