She’s a woman.
We are from the same (gentler, slower) part of the country, which is not where we live now.
I’ve seen her off and on since our family had a sailboat accident when my daughter was very young and she got caught under the boat when it capsized (in an air pocket turns out). I was wracked with guilt that I couldn’t get to her and it would have been my fault if she had died.
My therapist thinks “–” is clinical, as she puts it.
She thinks I’m “gifted.”
I know that first assessment sounds right.
I learn something new every time I see her.
Today I was telling her that I feel like I’m getting through this very, very, TOO slowly. People are done asking me how I’m doing, and definitely done hearing about it when I spontaneously share.
She said it’s taking me so long, which isn’t that long, really, because I’m “deep.”
My son had just told me in a text recently that I was deep.
Meaning, I have got to turn over, and thoroughly examine EVERYTHING about it — the obvious, the things that hurt the most, the things only seen in hindsight — etc.
This is my way. Funny, I thought I was just a “bad transition-er” like a kindergarten child who doesn’t want to switch to something new, and then doesn’t want to switch from the new thing, to the next new thing.
No, she said. I’m not that.
Well, I’m buying what she’s selling. That reframing changes everything, from thinking negatively about the way I am to thinking positively about the way I am.
She also said that she would tell me the truth now — that it will likely take someone like me years to turn over all the rocks. Two years ago she told me it would likely take two years — so I could survive the beginning, most likely. I am definitely over some things, but not nearly over ALL the things, and I have to go through them all.
It’s a deep thing…