Piecing the shattered glass together

Monday was deep soaked in misery and rain. I came out of the house. I had to, or else hurt myself... On the short drive home I passed by a girl dressed all in black. She was pencil thin, with a black umbrella overhead, as though the Monday had blossomed into a flower of gloom in her hand. And the pencil thin figure drew a straight line along the edge of the road while the sky wept...

I guess what I'm trying to say is there might be something meaningful or of beauty to be found even in dark moments... If we can manage to look for them. Easier said then done, I know; but sometimes we don't have to do anything except open our eyes ...

@creative_writer

There's no way your pdoc thinks you're an idiot. @creative_writer

You might be feeling awkward and self conscious at the moment because you let slip some personal detail that you weren't ready for.

But let's look at this: that detail is part of your story. And your pdoc is a professional working to help you. You can not un-ring the bell, and it sounds like this was a bell that needed to be rung for you...

Could be where your healing begins??..

Yeah, I see the complexity... @creative_writer

But it seems to me that the trauma is trauma, irrespective of religion and culture... It's personal. And if your pdoc is any good at their job they will need to know the trauma that has impacted you as a person. You told your personal truth.

Yeah, overthinking can be normal too though... I think they call it "ruminating".

I had a person introduce themselves the other day. They were playing for a crowd and stopped just to shake my hand and say hello. Silly me dwelled on that anxiously for the rest of the day!