I’ve decided to return to therapy. My issues are accumulating and I feel it is all starting to affect me in terms of concentration, emotional well-being, and mood.
Immediately I appreciated my new therapist’s office for it’s modern appeal and aesthetic. She, herself, was dressed quite minimally yet sophisticated, which simply served to remind me how dowdy I’ve become, sitting there in my snow boots and torn hoodie (yes, I wore that to work, even). It’s amazing how much a new therapist can uncover about a new client in one hour when the right questions are asked.
We spoke a lot about that first year or so of psychosis and its effect on me. I wavered between tears and a more reserved affect, gaining composure when asked about anything linear. Although it helps to sort things out rationally, I do want someone who can follow the thread of emotion so I can release the tension, the sorrow, which grips me. I guess I will wait and see how things progress.