Two things happened in my therapy session last night that keep playing over and over and over in my head.
- My therapist said she learns something from every client. I’m sure that’s true, but what on earth could she possibly learn from me???
- We talked more about the fact that summer is coming and all that means to me. In a moment of unguarded openness – and amidst snivelling, childlike sobbing – I said, “For once in my life, I want to look like a girl.” I can’t get this out of my head – nor the annoyingly doe-eyed nod of understanding from my therapist. Is this a good thing? A sign of progress in disguise? I don’t know.
Therapy is hard enough sometimes without having the session on endless repeat as well.