Week-March 23

Dear Journal, 


I have cried and tried to make sense of everything from February until now. Somethings make sense and others don't. I have made some difficult decisions for myself for the better and others. I need to heal from this grief. Grief hurts like and no one seems to understand the damage and multitude of hurt I am feeling. So-called friends are insensitivity and family members who never experienced the pain of an estranged parent (father) to a daughter. I don't know whether to be upset, mad, angry, and or more. I keep telling myself "this too shall pass." I find myself looking for answers or comfort to make me understand these feelings. Instead, there are no answers just tears. This month has taught me a valuable lesson; I have to live for me. I have to love myself, and I have to heal myself as tricky as it may be for me. I have to too. I had all the answers to everyone else's problems with mental health until my own surfaced. As a student training to be a therapist (all), the textbook and theory crap went out the window. Things began happening rapidly, and I didn't know how to communicate my needs and wants at once. I thought if I dress in the designer clothes, attend class, and clinical experience; I had it together. Instead, I was numb and tired. Tired from the numbness, tired of fighting with everyone and everything. The grief had own and controlled me. It was watching my every move, and I didn't know how to flee from it. It would come and go like a thief in the night. I told myself this weekend new beginnings. I meant it. Enrolled in group counseling finally after a month of fighting and decided not to cook for once and treat me to a deli dinner sandwich and ice cream with a movie. And I was okay with that. But I don't think every day is going to be easy; I know I would be fooling myself to expect anything easy especially during this difficult time in my life. I just want to be mentally healthy to focus on finishing my schooling and jumpstart my career as a therapist in training to start my Ph.D. to work with children in a trauma-focused clinic using narrative and creative therapy techniques to express themselves. Along with establishing a healthy romantic relationship. 

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Barry
Barry

Your studies clearly mean a lot to you. You sound a bit disillusioned that what you are studying has not always lived up to expectations for yourself. Why not try to keep your studies in perspective and accept that what you read in textbooks does not have all the answers.
Remiah
Remiah

I feel that healthy things are happening right now, Luvlee. I understand that it is difficult to communicate your needs; however, it helps to chat with DS friends; this is a private conversation, and we hope to know more of your thoughts and feelings. I will look for more of your DS journals and even a head-nod sometimes helps friends to know that you are reading what we tell, which helps to inspire friendships as well. Hugs and love to you today!