So last year, maybe the year before, I went through three therapists before I found a really really good one. It’s kinda weird talking to someone about your most private thoughts. But hell, what am I paying $130 an hour for if I’m not totally honest?
It’s been awkward for me. Meaning, that I feel like it should be easy for me, but it’s not. My therapist will say something that is SO obvious in hindsight, but I lack the emotional experience to see that for myself. I broke down in her office last week and cried like a child, because my son gave me a gift for father’s day. I haven’t cried in 27 years.
I describe it as feeling raw. Emotionally raw. It lasts for a couple hours after I walk out the door.