… and so it is with therapy with my trusted psychologist. Dr Croskin has been more than a psychologist during my transition into post-menopause. She has been my spiritual guru, my menopause buddy (been through it all herself) and occasionally my gardening guru.
During my treatment-
I have learned to stop fighting with myself and to go with the flow.
I have learned to share my feelings with my family (not something that comes naturally to me).
I have learned how to work with Dr Croskin instead of folding my metaphorical arms and being stubborn.
I have learned to be brave and talk through my childhood and early adult trauma… better out than in.
And finally, and most importantly, I have learned to have faith. Faith in God and faith in myself.
I feel a Nanny McPhee quote coming on –
“When you need me but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me but no longer need me, then I have to go.”
So here I am, ready for this afternoon’s penultimate visit, filled with mixed emotions. On one hand I do not need Dr Croskin’s help anymore and I am so proud of how far I have come since the first day I walked into her consulting room. On the other, I will miss our weekly visits and am filled with sadness that they are coming to an end. I know that I can pop back to see her in the future if I feel I need to, like a safety net, but I am still a little scared to fly solo.
During my last visit I was given homework – to work out what scares me about therapy coming to an end. I’ve had two weeks to think about it. I’m running out of time and my homework is due in a few hours – I got nothing!!
I don’t think I am scared, just sad, and I don’t know why I feel sad. I should be elated.
I’d welcome anyone else’s insight please!
Wishing you all a fabulous Friday Eve!