Of all my “therapies”, I believe that therapy sessions with the psychologist are the most difficult because they take the most out of me. A simple, one hour “talk” therapy can (and usually does) leave me completely and utterly exhausted. As hard as I try not to cry when I’m in the room with my therapist, she always finds a way to make the tears flow in sometimes uncontrollable currents. She is, for all intents and purposes, my main local support system. I was lucky to be placed with her. Because of medical issues of her own, she completely understands my frustration with (and sometimes distrust of) the medical system at large.
Today was no exception. I made it through a good 30 minutes of my weekly summary of events before she asked the dreaded question “but emotionally, how do you feel?”. At that point, as hard as I tried to control the tears, they came streaming down my face. And of course, once they started, they were hard to stop and continued for the rest of the session. I walked out of the office with red eyes, nose, and face. Not very attractive.
Exhausted and a little downtrodden I made my way home. A few hours later, I got a video call on Skype from my best friend. I kid you not, we talked for over 3 hours. She knows the real me, the in the bed with my hair in a ponytail, no make-up me. Not the façade that I put on when I go outside my house. We talked about life, about love, about pain. We laughed. For just a little while, I barely felt any pain at all. And, by the end of our talk-a-thon, I finally felt better. Thank you, Tammy for being a friend, a therapist, and one hell of a “Wild Thang”.