Today I celebrate my therapist, Molly. Each week I travel by shuttle 35 minutes, wait 2 hours for my appointment, then travel back just to be able to work with her.
I started working with Molly sometime in the beginning of November. Since then we have built a trust between each other that I have rarely felt in the many years I have endured therapy.
I need Molly each week. I really have no one to talk to. As you all know, making friends for me is very difficult, and I maybe have one friend I can actually talk to. My family is extremely small (an aunt and a father, lol)Each week my 1 hour appointment, with travel time and waiting, takes me about 5 hours. It’s well worth it! I think I am making progress dealing with my Bipolar and my Borderline Personality Disorder, a diagnosis she made in mid-December.
Group therapy is rapidly declining into utter boredom for me. I have endured it these past 3 1/2 months and I think I have absorbed everything I need to absorb. Now comes the application of these lessons in my day to day life.
Not so with my therapy with Molly. She is constantly challenging my impressions of myself. She is helping me put the pieces of my puzzle together. She challenges me to examine the think that is sometimes poisonous. She gives me room to discover on my own the answers that have eluded me for so long.
I have been going to counseling off and on since I was 12 years old. Other than the therapist I had in college, Molly is as good as it gets. I can’t wait to talk to her today and put another hour of time in with her. I count my blessings today that my Higher Power put her in my path.
It doesn’t hurt that she’s super gorgeous either, haha.