Friday, May 13, 2011

Epiphany

If you are conscious (or in my case, co-conscious), you (or a part of you) cannot tell your therapist something without you somehow finding out about it. And I have found out about something that makes perfect and absolute sense and I'm glad the big blabber-mouth sneaked off to send an email to the therapist and that I checked my sent file because I thought it was a dream and then became suspicious that it was real. Details later. If I can stomach putting them in public. In either case, it was real, it was important, I found out about it and there is progress here toward lasting wellness. And now I'm going to bed so I can get up fresh and make use of what I have learned. Please wish me luck. I need a bit of luck or something fortunate.

And for your entertainment in the meanwhile, I found a lovely article that gave me a bit of a boost as an extremely fertile and physically healthy mother of twins. It reminded me of all the times when my household was sick and I was the only one left standing to clean all the vomit (swine flu, anyone?), the times when I joked to my husband not to share a drinking glass with me or look at me in a certain way lest I fall pregnant again, and of the times I have wondered how I have managed to withstand all that I have. It's because I am a superwoman.
:-)

2 comments:

  1. I tryed to comment, but it did not work - as a man I can say nothing nearly useful, sensible or meaningful about this. At least I know my limits.

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