Today I met with my grief counselor for the first time.
I have a regular therapist whom I absolutely love.
Could she have helped me through the grief? Probably.
Why didn't I ask her? Because my husband thought a different therapist who only focuses on my grief would be best.
Why did he think it was best? Almost two months after the death of the first grader whom I worked with, I am still grieving and depressed. It isn't getting better.
The grief counselor is a regular therapist but I refer to her as a grief counselor to keep the two therapists separate in my mind.
I also feel like I am cheating on my regular therapist. I see her on Wednesday. I will confess my "cheating". I am open to the two of them discussing me - exchanging notes, working together, etc. I have no idea if this sort of thing is done or not. But I guess it can be done since I am doing it.
And yes, the grief counselor knows I have a regular therapist.
My husband sees the grief counselor as a specialist. Like with medical doctors, you have your primary care physician and see specialists for specific problems.
Hopefully, my regular therapist will see it that way as well.
I like the grief counselor. She is super nice and easy to talk to. I am excited and nervous about working through this grief.
She did ask me what my end goal was - how would I know that therapy worked and I "graduated"?
My answer: I want to want to shower and no longer spend my free time playing iPad games.
It always comes back to the shower.
Lots of love on your journey.
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