Therapy at Home

A couple days ago I decided to take my therapist's offer to have a session over the phone. At first I was a little hesitant because I like to see her expressions when I'm talking about sensitive subjects, if you know what I mean. I think it's important to be able to look someone in the eye. What I realized is that, although is was only a ten minute conversation, it was far more useful in certain situations.

Sitting in my apartment, in my own element, and with no notes prepared, I could better translate my feelings to her. I've been having trouble communicating to her and to Sara about what is going on in my head. I feel as though the blog is the only thing I look forward to in my day. I mean, I look forward to Sara coming home, but during the day, there's a ten hour lull where I have nothing but my thoughts to consider.

What I've come to realize is sort of what my Mom says about her sleeping better when she knows that her kids are in the house; like when we come to visit in Beloit. I feel the same way when Sara comes home. She enters the door, we eat, I take my medication and, knowing she's safe at home, and I'm safe if I have a seizure. I immediately get very tired. I've been going to bed around 8-9pm lately and waking up in the middle of the night to watch a movie to put myself back to sleep.

I don't have much to say, because I haven't had a seizure in awhile and they usually are the inspiration for my writing. That's a good thing but therapy is only helpful if there's something to talk about.