A THOUGHT

Technorati ProfileI am of good cheer this morning. My daughter and her family are going to come for Thanksgiving after all. It turned my world right-side up so quickly. In talking to her I mentioned that I had finished a book by Joyce Carol Oates and we were discussing her characters. My daughter said, "I keep thinking how messed up they are and how they wouldn't have these problems if they would just go to therapy!" Of course, if they had gone to therapy, there would be no story for the book, either.

It made me stop and think though of how much difference my therapist makes in my life. I remember the therapists I had before her, and only one other came close. She helps me keep my playing field level and aware of where I am. If I go for more than two weeks without seeing her, I am in trouble. I have accepted this is something I need. Especially since I don't get out much...it is like having a close friend to talk to.