I had a really rough day. I went to my counselling session this morning and just cried and cried. I am really sick of this. And I told him as much. He has been empathic and reassuring, but I still cry. How long am I to be sad? How much longer can I take this?
We tried to come up with some activities that might provide some respite from the darkness. I told him I didn’t know how to have fun anymore. But he pushed me to remember a few things. He encouraged me to “play”. Something I definitely don’t remember how to do. But it’s essential for me to do it. Not every activity has to have a purpose.
That resonated with me, so after my session, I went to the rocky beach and watched the waves. For pleasure. Can’t say it was fun, but it was somewhat enjoyable. And that’s something, at least.
It was the nicest I felt all day. I loved the sounds of waves crashing.
Maybe I’ll go again tomorrow.