I have been in therapy for over 20 years, most have been here at the Estuary. I’m still coming and I now get to write for this place. It is a blessing and a curse. The blessing is that I get to write, something my soul has been longing to do since I was a young child. The curse is that I have to write and now I’m being held accountable.
The other day I was visiting at a friend’s house with several mutual friends. The cars piled up in her driveway and on the street. I decided I would brave it and park in a challenging spot next to her carport. It was one of those situations where I could get in but questioned myself on getting out.
During my visit, I mapped out in my head the 20- to 30-point turn I was going to have to make to get out of that spot. It literally was not going to require that but when I am in my head worrying about something, it usually gets exaggerated. My worry took over.