A few months into behavioral therapy I started to feel that I was breaking into a million of little pieces, I was mentally and physically exhausted, watching my daughter cry and have meltdowns for hours on end became tolling. It was one of the darkest times in my life, then one day Leah’s behavioral therapist realized that she needed to shift part of the session on helping me come to terms with my grief.
So, as we were sitting down, she looked at me and said it’s ok to say that this sucks, this is hard, and you didn’t expect for this to happen. And most importantly that it is ok to say it out loud, so she told me to say this sucks and at first I refused because I kept telling her it is what it is and I have to be strong for my daughter. But then as my eyes started to fill with tears then she started to tell me about a trip to Holland...
As she was reading this short story, I burst out into tears, I realized that yes! I am in Holland and I have to prepare myself for this adjustment. I may always look at other people and think how great and or easy their life is while they are in Italy, but I have something spectacular while in Holland. If you have not read a trip to Holland, I hope you do and let me know what your thoughts are.
