Hiya
Today I was feeling really quite well. I went to the Office and ‘socialized’ with one of the gals who brought me money and submitted an expense sheet. It was only because she didn’t leave and seemed to want to talk, so we chatted as I worked and I had her in stitches with certain words, etc. so we laughed a lot and then I helped her out with some computer things, by showing her on the Office computer.
Helping people makes me feel good too, so I was double feeling quite well when I arrived at the Therapist’s.
Next thing you know I have her laughing like crazy, even though this is a session.
I was amused at the thought of my mother or my father in Therapy….that they would never have looked inside themselves and wonder what was wrong!
I was amused about my brother and sister trying not to put me out during their visit.
I was happy that she thought about my theory that if something is “outstanding” with yourself at a certain age, then something might happen to your child at that age etc. down the line.
I had mentioned that I was sent to school at age 5, Grade 1, just to keep the school open and was frightened out of my mind. At age 5, my daughter loses her mother to the accident for a year, at age 4 years and 8 months, my eldest grandchild lost me (or vice versa) and she (therpist) studied that theory from last week to this.
Has anyone read the book “Women Who Run With Wolves”? Apparently it is a book of different stories and in one, the soul of a newborn baby landed in the wrong ’class’. WOW! What a thought! MY soul landed in the wrong class, clan, family or wrong country??????? Oh how I would love to know!
I just said that when I look down at my body and wonder where my soul/spirit is all I visualize is a bunch of bloody organs.
She said I was a very logical person.
We talked about my sibs coming and the airport pickup and what I want to do for the visit—what I expected.
I think she has a handle, a good handle on me, and that she will do her best for me.
She really laughed when I said I have smoked for 50 years and I didn’t wrinkle because no one told me I was supposed to------you know ---no one ever told me anything! AND that now I am down to 5-6 a day and WON’T quit in case my face falls off!
Yes it was therapy, not all laughing!
Love Izzy