Feelings and other inconveniences

Greetings and salutations, dear Reader, and welcome to this obscure sliver of cyberspace where, at least at this moment, free speech still reigns supreme.

I've been in therapy now since late last year, and I think that it's starting to work? Reason being, I am in the most irksome position of feeling feelings, in fact, my own.

Here's a thought that could have been better nuanced:

So, the concept was typed as I thought and felt it; to deliver the very same truth in a mor palatable way, how about:

Dear Parents, 

Please keep every promise made to your child, especially something as free and easy as tuckthe child in bed at night. If you don't, that child may mistake the oversight as your way of saying that the child is of no importance to you. 

I recognize that the second version isn't perfect either, but at least it's not as wounded or brutally raw.

 All progress counts.

The real reason that I'm in therapy is so that I can face and work through past traumas, rather than allowing those to dictate broken forms of relating to others. To not do so would be cowardly at best, if not downright criminal.

Fear doesn't get to call the shots in my life. And, as a very wise person once said, "The only thing we have to fear is Fear itself".