I went to see my T today for the first time. I was a bit scared but excited at the same time. In the back of my mind I’m thinking, only crazy people see T. I think I’m pretty normal.

I was excited because, I want to fix myself by raising my self esteem. So today visit was pretty much telling my history for the most part. By the time I was done talking about my history. I think my T, wanted to cry with me. She said she can hardly understand how I handled witnessing 3 close family members die within 7 months, and not be a total basket case. I told her I had to stay strong for my kids. That is all that kept me going. So next week she plans to continue finishing up with my history, and then working with me to start to heal from all the Sh— I kept burying under my hard shell. I’m like a kid in a candy shop. I want to be Healing Now. I guess it’s been 50 plus year in the making of this mess of me, a few months to fix me, aint to long for a southern country boy.
