Jim started talking about his past. I've gone to see him 2 time a week for a while, and it's helping. I feel NORMAL. I told him how I felt like I was made of glass, and that I was breaking to pieces.
He said something like, when he felt that way, he visualized himself breaking to pieces, but instead of it being glass it was a mirror. He looked into each piece and saw a different part of him, and he embraced them.
I didn't even know he used to deal with the same things i do. good to know I am not alone! He said that, since he started helping people, he started feeling better for longer. Said I need to get involved in something.
Since my parents died, I never really had any reason to do anything. They left enough money that I can just kind of sit around and do nothing. But maybe if I started helping out this group, life would be better?
I'm scared, but I'm considering it.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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