So I spent a whole day wondering why I needed therapy.... Well actually more than a day but.....
I was actually kinda angry! I mean couldn't I just continue to "suck it up"? couldn't I just leave it all in my backpack? Why did I have to open this up?
This is going to hurt more than I can imagine. My little sister says she can see me at the end of this, which is good that somebody can see it I guess, all I see is this crumpled mess in the middle.
In my back pack is some shame, and a fair bit of guilt.
Man I have a "Therapist"!!! How did this happen!!
I know this is for me, but it feels less selfish if I think about it as meaning sure I am being the best mom I can be.
So as I go through this journey I will keep a "log" here and hopefully watch me get better.
Because the backpack doesn't belong to you, remember? The guilt, shame, sorrow. None of that is yours to carry. Jesus bought it at a price- a pretty hefty one at that. Don't you think you owe it to Him to give Him what he paid for?
ReplyDeleteWhat I see at the end is you without a backpack. Lighter. Happier. Standing up straight. Living a rich and satisfying life. (John 10:10)
I love you. I'm praying like mad for you!!