I've been going to see a therapist for awhile. It started soon after Nathan was born, I was, surprise surprise, having some anxiety. So my psychiatrist rather insisted that I go talk to one, so I did. It was nice, she gave me a chance to talk through some of the life events I've had going on, including family trouble, miscarriages, money, and more family.
I was having a bit of a hard time getting out of the house. I would pack the diaper bag and get Nathan ready, and then get anxious and not actually be able to get out of the house. It was a bit debilitating for a few months.
I was able to talk through some of the crap with my Bro and SIL, and leftover Mom stuff, and helping dad with whatever he needs help with. It was and is actually hard to go through the house, going through mom's stuff and deciding what to keep and what to give away, and what to throw away. I didn't think it would be, but some of those days were hard.
But today, I have to say that I'm mostly ok. The anxiety is under control, and mostly gone. My Bro and SIL are in a stable relationship right now. Not great, not even good, but we're in a decent holding pattern right now. my dad is doing well, I keep going to see him even though we're pretty much done with the stuff to sort through. MSJ and I are doing well, we just passed our 3rd anniversary. It was nice and easy. We skipped a meal out and took the kid to the Renaissance Festival instead (another story, that wasn't a great day!) We aren't pregnant again yet, but we're not being hard core about trying, either. I think we're both just taking the whole thing easy.
So after talking for 45 minutes, the therapist and I decided that I would call when I needed her, but I left without another appointment set. I feel good about it, and I'm optimistic about the road I'm on now.
Thank you, Lord, for a smooth path, and however long it lasts.