Peace, Love, and Progress
Two good things:
- I visited my therapist yesterday.
- Today is my mother’s 64th birthday! Not a day over 35! I love this woman!
- I visited my therapist yesterday.
- Today is my mother’s 64th birthday! Not a day over 35! I love this woman!
Therapy turned out to be very helpful, even though I
hadn’t been able to attend since Valentine’s Day for various reasons. My
therapist (a Female) and I had a catch-up session. My eating (or lack of,
really) was a definite topic for discussion.
While my therapist isn’t sure on how to exactly help
me with my food aversion and eating issues (it’s not her job, though), she was
very sympathetic. I told her that my eating is like one big science experiment
gone wrong. I’m basically like a finicky toddler, digestion-wise. I want to
have a healthy relationship with food, but persistent nausea and vomiting makes
it difficult. My therapist was concerned, though, about acid damaging my
esophagus, but I haven’t had any issues so far. Thank goodness!
I also asked my therapist about the possibility of
having an eating disorder, but she thinks that I am just having issues
recovering from surgery (even though it’s been over a year), and trying to
figure out what my body can tolerate. Okay. I can accept that. So, I am making
progress, even though it feels slower than I feel that it should be. I have had
many obstacles in life, especially this past year, but my therapist is optimistic
about my overall attitude, adjustment, and resolve about my current situation.
I am taking a proactive approach to life, and I
deserve it. Writing this blog is one step toward that finish line. Each day
that I continue to try is a step closer. Any day can be difficult, but I’m
going to try to make my next day a more positive one.
Peace always,
Vanessa
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