"I Just Can't Be a Therapist Today."
Have you ever had one of those days? I'm having one right now. I am sitting at home, using my last scrap of paid time off because I just can't be a therapist today. I admit it. I am fragile, emotional, difficult to engage, and just plain old tired. This is the result of two friends dying in a little more than a week, on top of two others dying last month. I need some time to process my grief and since that usually involves lots of tears, it is better to be away from others right now. This is my pattern. I isolate until I can control my emotions. Yesterday, I slept. I started sleeping about 3 pm and slept until 2 am this morning. It wasn't good sleep, but it was sleep nonetheless. This morning, I felt that I needed some more time on my own before venturing out into the world of supporting others. As a result, here I am, writing a bit later than usual and trying to figure out my feelings about the things happening in the world - both far away and nearby. This is somethi...