Looking up my Past

So began my life in California again.  I was overwhelmed, my children beyond traumatized and my mental state a complete wreck.  I tried to hone into Jessi and the others, and I found a therapist who saw me at her house, twice a week.  That turned out to be a disaster, because she was not safe, and in the end, she began seeing Bill as well.  At that point I’d had enough, and I chucked her, but Bill continued to see her.  Finally, he gave up as well, after we saw a couples’ therapist who was even worse than the people I had seen before.  

I also began making friends.  I saw my old friends such as Sharon, Lin and others, and made new friends like Anne, Sandra, Marianne and others.  That was my saving grace.  I strengthened with my friends around me, even though it was difficult.  I made it through the awful parts and slowly handled my therapy, by finding a new therapist who set me straight.  She was wise and sensible, and I understood immediately that I’d been fooled.  I had now my network which was being formed, and it gave me so many places to go.  After, I was never quite at my old level again.  I had other people to rely on, and I used that fact to sort out a lot of stuff, including old facts I no longer believed.  Sharon became my very best friend and remains so to this day.  

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