For 40 years, I gave up on myself, doing everything in my life to take away the pain of my past. Then one day, my Primary Care Physician had me talk to a social worker and she told me about a trauma center just down the street from me that deals with trauma of all kinds. That was 4 months ago. A month and a half ago, I mustered up the courage and made a call to get on the waiting list to see a counselor (the center is free to come to). I have been seeing my trauma counselor now for a month. I told her that I was coming out of my comfort zone and placing my trust in her in being able to help me. So far, I have not regretted my decision in making that one phone call. Every week I look forward to talking to her, to gain new insight on how to process, grieve, and heal my past a piece at a time. Is it hard? You betcha. But has it deterred me from not going? Not even the slightest bit. I'm tired of hurting and tired of my past controlling my present. It's time for me to find "me" and move on with my life.
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