"My Therapist Says..."
It's been a long time coming.
I start therapy today.
I've spot treated before with therapists. Some who just plain sucked and were wrong for me.
And some that really did the trick for the time.
But never anyone who just clicked.
But today, that changes.
I need someone (besides my poor husband) to listen to my sh*t and help me wade through these depths with me.
I've been known to be a little intense.
Well, maybe blow your hair back intense.
But really, I get my feelings hurt constantly. And I suspect I might be a highly sensitive person.
Except my emotions go from happy to angry, and almost never cry.
But here's what I'm most excited about.
Whenever I have been in therapy, I've come up with the BEST creative ideas.
So get ready? I hope!
But really, I can't do this alone anymore.
I've signed up for every coaching program, read all the books, listened to all the podcasts, every opportunity to figure out what the f is holding me back.
And I need to just stop hiding from the truth about me.
And start getting back in touch with myself.
And speaking of getting in touch with yourself, listen to today's podcast episode wrapping up the sex miniseries with a BANG (see what I did there? 😂) with Playboy writer and board-certified Sexologist, Dr. Megan Stubbs.
Thanks for being with me on this journey. I hope it helps illuminate your own!
P.S. No, I haven't seen Squid Game yet. Should I?
P.P.S. Super excited about the upcoming miniseries on Belonging and Inclusion - especially as it relates to adults. You know, YOU!
P.P.P.S. I'm booking guests for the next miniseries on culture and MONEY! Like, how we pick our friends or judge our own self-worth, or how money impacts our relationships. Important stuff! Know anyone I need to talk to?
P.P.P.P.S. I've always wanted to start sentences with "My therapist says..." Anybody else? No? Just me. Okcool.