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Jul. 29th, 2011 06:12 pmBest therapeutic decision ever: sharing my poetry and journal entries with my therapist.
No, really!
I gave her a stack of fairly-recent poems and a couple of recent journal entries, and at my last session, we had some really good conversation beginnings, and I felt heard, like she finally, finally got it. When I say that I know things in writing that I am incapable of saying, I am not joking. The poems from 2008 knew things about the relationship with C. that I did not know until 2010. The journal entries are, she informs me, emotionally intelligent (in a way that I suspect she thought I was not capable of; I don't think I was imagining the surprise in her voice when she said that).
I left feeling excited, which I almost never do. Even when I leave sessions feeling better, it's a settled better, a calmness, a feeling of release from awfulness, of having has a respite. But this morning, when I realized that my next appointment is next week, not today, I was kind of disappointed.
This is going to be a Good Thing, I think, pretty much unqualifiedly. I'm really looking forward to learning things from our conversations that come out of the poetry and the journal entries.
No, really!
I gave her a stack of fairly-recent poems and a couple of recent journal entries, and at my last session, we had some really good conversation beginnings, and I felt heard, like she finally, finally got it. When I say that I know things in writing that I am incapable of saying, I am not joking. The poems from 2008 knew things about the relationship with C. that I did not know until 2010. The journal entries are, she informs me, emotionally intelligent (in a way that I suspect she thought I was not capable of; I don't think I was imagining the surprise in her voice when she said that).
I left feeling excited, which I almost never do. Even when I leave sessions feeling better, it's a settled better, a calmness, a feeling of release from awfulness, of having has a respite. But this morning, when I realized that my next appointment is next week, not today, I was kind of disappointed.
This is going to be a Good Thing, I think, pretty much unqualifiedly. I'm really looking forward to learning things from our conversations that come out of the poetry and the journal entries.
