When meeting with therapist Zach, I found the words to express that in the past I’d gotten all my meaning and identity from my association with Mormonism. And with the collapse of that (don’t worry, I have since rebuilt that one), what else was there? What was the purpose of my life?
He wasn’t necessarily a warm-fuzzy guy. (he wasn’t a Nazi either), and he DEFINITELY wasn’t preachy (thank goodness!). But it was one of those rare moments in our therapy sessions where you could tell that he wanted to give me a figurative hug (can’t risk a lawsuit). But all he said to me, with just a hint of a guidance-counselor-esque tone, was “Katherine, you’re gonna find it.”
I FOUND IT! But I might lose all my creativity tomorrow, so better get back to writing 🙂
Readers, I don’t have to spell it out for you. Text-to-self connection. Go.