I had my first therapy session since (I think?) 2008 yesterday. It was kind of the opposite of the above picture, but look at that picture. I had to.
The meeting was with a LCSW who led the group I went to for a couple years at Renfrew (from around 2004 - 2006).
I left feeling incredibly energized and hopeful for the first time in a long time.
I still didn't do so hot in terms of food when I got home, and I'm still not all about, you know, "eating" this morning.
But it's a start. Letting myself be the center of my own universe again for 45 minutes a week is a start.