When I told a down-to-earth friend of mine that I am seeing a therapist, he said “but you have to give her money!”
I do indeed … but she more than earns it.
Today she threaded together multiple disparate strands of my garbled, rambling thoughts, and helped me come to a coherent explanation for aspects of my personality and behaviour that have mystified (and upset) me for longer than I can remember.
We all know the cliche of the lightbulb, but this was like a hundred lightbulbs coming on, one by one, as I started to connect the dots and finally make sense of what I had always seen as inexplicable.
I know this new understanding won’t instantly fix all my problems, but maybe it will help me when the depression and anxiety hit, so that instead of being swept away, I have something to hold on to.
Meantime, I had a life drawing session this evening and, while we were waiting to start, I sketched this quick selfie from memory, using some new charcoal I’m trying out.
One of my fellow artists came to have a look and she wants me to tell you that I’m better looking than this.
Needless to say, she’s my new best friend.