Executive Sanctions
Good sleep last night. Normal waking this morning. Those hyper-alert wake-ups are a rough start to a day.
"Stay out of my therapy" is the graffiti scribbled on the wall I keep between my husband's compulsive expertise and my episodes. "I am working my program. Let me trust it." I know he means well, but... His expertise is quite compulsive. He needs to be the cat with the loudest meow, whether he was there or not. He has not participated in ANY of the therapy which was already underway when he met me. He is far too busy for any such foolishness.
The insistence that he simply stay out of my therapy seems to be taking hold. Only took 20 years. He was able to work his hives while I worked my program and there was peace in the neighborhood. Progress over perfection.
time for my morning workout. My innards still feel electrified. Need to channel the surplus...
"Stay out of my therapy" is the graffiti scribbled on the wall I keep between my husband's compulsive expertise and my episodes. "I am working my program. Let me trust it." I know he means well, but... His expertise is quite compulsive. He needs to be the cat with the loudest meow, whether he was there or not. He has not participated in ANY of the therapy which was already underway when he met me. He is far too busy for any such foolishness.
The insistence that he simply stay out of my therapy seems to be taking hold. Only took 20 years. He was able to work his hives while I worked my program and there was peace in the neighborhood. Progress over perfection.
time for my morning workout. My innards still feel electrified. Need to channel the surplus...
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Kewl.