So, it took nearly 15 years, but I finally have the dream team of doctors.
My psychiatrist focuses on ME during our sessions. He listens, makes changes to better the quality of my life, even treats me as an equal. This man with the PsyD, a photographic memory, he treats me, the college drop-out as an equal! Wow. So lucky.
Then there's my psychologist. She is THE coolest. She has twenty plus years experience and brings it down to my level of comprehension and makes the complex concise and easy to recall. She's helping me make major strides out of baby steps.
When I was making baby steps I felt like I was going nowhere fast. Now, I'm making strides and those baby steps make for a strong warmup.
I've learned so much about myself, and moved so far past my biggest stumbling blocks that I k ow beyond doubt that I can forge ahead with people from my past who could be contributing members in my life. Namely, my Daddy. Clichéd but my reality.
Ahead, are my adopted sister and my maternal grandmother. Grandma is next. I'm gonna knock her socks off on her birthday this August with the improvements I've made in myself. Once I can truly see the change in myself, it'll be a LOT easier to make a change in how I allow others, like Grandma, to treat me.
I don't even wanna imagine how lost of be right now had I not been so blessed.
I'm far from healthy and full remission, but there is a plan. 10 years from now, I'll be an independent women and a healthy one at that. Woohoo!
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