Therapy

Yesterday, went back to visit ol' Janice. Boy did I have updates for her. Last time I left her in November, Sean and I were not yet an item and my biggest concern was how to support Meg. Since then, Meg's been to LHI (twice), herniated her disc, and been assaulted. Since then, my parents and I have established some very important boundaries in our relationship. Since then, I've been owning my job. Since then, Sean and I have been dating (for almost a year).

Wow.... a lot's changed. And though therapy is rough (having to face bad behaviors, owning up to patterns, digging through your shit), it's always helpful, and though I dread going, I leave feeling better and more hopeful.

I'm hopeful for the rest of the year. I'm hopeful for the changes that it will inevitably bring, and to work hard on the things that I can change and control.

Today I think I will languish at the library for a bit and listen to Bon Iver. Today... I.... like my hair.