Clutch

Today I realized that life is not positive and pretty and optimistic all the time. To be happy 24/7 is not to be human.

I've been going to therapy for a few months now to work on my anxiety disorder. Usually my sessions starts off with me rattling on about all the amazing things that happened that week. I'm always sure to be very positive. But today I wasn't. Today I reached into my past and dealt with a few things that made me very uncomfortable, anxious, and very unhappy. At the end of the session I was holding back tears and my therapist says, "Today you were real, you were human. This is the person I want to get to know."

My journey this year is to be more in touch with my emotions, and see the world as it is, raw and crude instead of under a soft pillowy blanket of happy.

When I go to therapy I always clutch on to this decorative pillow in my therapist's office. It's become a sort of habit that is comfortable and safe and I wanted to share this small unedited piece of my life with blip.