Therapy

After all the angst and hand wringing and histrionics I've subjected my readers to in the last month, I figure I owe you an update:

I am feeling much better.

Writing things out was, as it always has been for me, extremely cathartic; while my sadsack posts may have been annoying to read, they helped me begin to process my emotions. So, step one? Binge and purge the negativity!

Step two: Instead of moping around the house, hiding from the world (as is my tendency anyway, but particularly when I feel down), I've spent the last several weekends in the company of my family and my best friend. Who woulda' thunk -- especially as introverted as I am -- that being with people would perk me up rather than leave me feeling more drained? Not me. I'm lucky to have such a wide circle of people who make me laugh, who want to hang out with me, and who love me, warts and all, come hell or high gas prices. (Cue the Barbara Streisand!)

Step three in my therapeutic process: Spiritual edification! I loved the messages from church leaders in the recent LDS General Conference -- particularly those from Elder Wirthlin and President Uchtdorf. A natural optimism is not among my spiritual gifts; most of the time I'm easy going, but I'm definitely (genetically?) prone to bouts of melancholy. (That tendency doesn't reflect a lack of faith on my part or even a deficiency in my personality, I don't think; I simply am what I am.) In any case, the entire Conference and those messages specifically felt like very personalized hugs, simultaneously comforting and nudging me in another direction. It's nice to feel so personally known and looked after by Someone Who Probably Has Better Things To Do. ;-)

So there you have it. I'm still riding out the ups and downs of life along with everybody else, but I'm hanging on. And I'm enjoying myself again. Hooray for (free) therapy!


~RCH~