Exposure Therapy

It’s been quite a cathartic week one way or another.

I’ve managed to resolve some outstanding issues at work, which were starting to give me some sleepless nights and I’ve worked on some personal stuff too.

The dating apps* were calling to me again, so I decided to teach myself a lesson. Like an errant youngster caught smoking a cigarette and then subsequently forced to finish the pack (or Bruce Bogtrotter helping himself to a slice of the Trunchbull’s chocolate cake and then being made to finish the whole thing), I decided that I should have a similar form of exposure therapy, so rather than engage with a single app, I signed up for a bunch of ‘em!

Save for one interaction with a former acquaintance, the experience has been about as hollow and soul-destroying as you might imagine, so it was not without some relief that I signed off from them all and deleted everything this morning.

Already my soul feels cleaner and lighter for having done so, and creative ideas have been allowed back into my tumble-drier brain.

It was nice to be at the family barbecue this evening and be present, as we chatted and the children played.

Then we returned home to mine where the wee ones caught up with The Eldest on her trip home.

Happy weekend all!




*I know that plenty of people have found the love of their lives through these things, so I’m not knocking the apps or people that use them, it’s that my own experience has been much like the moth to the flame. “I won’t get burned this ti…..ouch!”