|Like that Kelly Clarkson song...|
My therapist would say that because of all the challenges over the past three months, because of those ups and downs, and because of the emotional pain involved in missing someone... she would say that surviving this ordeal has made me stronger.
I think she's right... kind of. I don't know that I'm any stronger, but I do agree that I've changed, that I've grown as a result of this experience. I've been more in touch (reluctantly) with my emotions than ever before. I've felt very supported and cared for, despite this absence, my therapist has made sure of that. I don't know where I would be without her. My whole team is incredible, but my therapist? One of a kind. I've learned what it's like to feel some key emotions I've repressed for my whole life. No, I don't enjoy that whole feel-the-anger-feel-the-sadness part, and I'm not terribly good at it, but I've experienced both over the past three months, and as promised, neither killed me.
Life has a funny way of teaching lessons. All I know right now, is one month... I just hope it doesn't go as slowly as that first month did!