Therapy

I met with my therapist tonight. I cried with him and he looked at my face as I cried. It is a safe haven for me where I can be myself and actually put down my weapons and allow someone to get close to me, spiritually. The rest of the time I am scared and vulnerable and keep most people at arms length. Tonight I spoke of my death which happened a few months ago when I totaled my truck. It was a life changing experience and if you have been close to me you know it was a slow yet necessary death. My identity went with my truck plus several other critical parts of my being.
My spirit was also crushed in this accident and slowly it is now waking up from the long, painful suicidal coma. I have found a place where my spirit intends to rehabilitate at and it is a welcome change for me and for everyone involved. My place is here with you with the spirits who hurt in darkness revealing their pain to me. This is where I am meant to be. My foolish thoughts are recovering and picking up the pace as we march out of the bottomless pit of depression. New scenery with fresh thin lines to balance on with rays of hope caught within my thoughts. It is much like I am, in need of repairs and with character and some potential. I will keep you updated on both projects. Healing is a roller coaster ride with many twists and turns and steep hills. Raise your arms up high and spit out the bugs on your way down and hold my hand as we get off this ride.