THERAPY DAYS 4 & 5

Therapy can be like going strolling through gentle fields of flowers, then suddenly walking along narrow crumbling pathways that look into deep falls into rocky ravines below, struggling to climb slippery mountain faces, ambling over hills that tire and ache muscles, dodging pedestrians, cyclists, motorcyclists, bumblebee scooters, honking road rage fanatical motorists, and massive sized lumbering articulated trucks devoted to killing you. So, that is how the last two days have been. More or less. Of course, with a touch of my usual fantasy. But you get the idea. Constantly changing. Inwardly and outwardly. Can be nice. Then suddenly the complete opposite. You can laugh and then cry. Even if you only do it secretly inside. Life condensed. A bed of roses with all the prickly bits that hurt and draw blood. You can get lost and then meet yourself around the corner with the shock of what you see. Even if you run away as fast as you can, you fail to succeed and must learn to love even that part of you.

Since it is a day clinic, it's only Monday to Friday, with evenings and weekends free. A mixed blessing. Can be good and can be bad. Time passes quickly, so you have to make the most of what you can while you can, and when you can. Have a nice weekend.

PS: Since I have another nine weeks of therapy still to face, I doubt I will get around to placing many paintings, other related trauma themes, or much else on the website other than these brief therapy updates, so please have a little patience with me, however let's wait and see, you never know?