Therapy. Today I have two appointments. Yes, I find that at this point in my life I need two different therapists. Am I that screwed up? The strange thing is that I am feeling pretty good. I am doing a lot of talking about some really tender subjects. After each session I feel a big sign of relief. Ahhhh. Like a big breath exhaling. Not much is really changing but I am changing how I feel about things.

It has come to my attention through therapy that some of the discomfort I feel in my relationship with my father is being replayed in my relationship with my husband. This seems so ridiculously predictable. I really though I was a much more interesting person. I feel very commonly human right now. I married my Father. Egads!

My regular therapist is a talk therapist. She asks me what I think a lot. To be honest, I’m not sure what to think. That is why I’m here. I know it is helping but I think it would go much faster if she would tell me what SHE thinks.

My other therapist lives on the East Coast and does Resonance Repatterning. It is very woo woo. We meet on the phone and she tests my body for blocks and directs me to areas of childhood trauma. If addition, we have discovered that there has been a lack of courage in my family for three generations. Crazy right? I found her online when I was looking for help with my crippling anxiety. I have seen her three times now and for an hour or more she tests various parts of my body, we recite affirmations designed to address my anxiety and false beliefs, we do acupressure and body movements. It is the most bizarre form of therapy I have ever done. However at the end of each session a feel a great sense of well being.

At the end of the day I’m just trying to piece it together like everyone else. And whatever helps helps. Therapy session number two here I come!