Categories: anxiety, work, self-esteem, cinema
Date: 13 January 2010 06:36:03
I do rather wish the onion that is my mind did not have so many layers to go through. Each peeling of one layer seems to reveal several more and I am getting a bit tired. But I am sure it is all good: I have to hope it is.
I am seeing a psychologist weekly and after yesterday I was simply mentally and emotionally drained. I felt relieved immediately after, but now, when I think about taking the steps I need to deal with the issue that arose, I am spent. Exhausted. Confused. Frightened even. I sensed where my psychologist was going after several minutes, but rather than just admit what I should've, I skirted around it until, several minutes later, the question was asked directly. I am being a bit evasive here as some things are best kept within the confines of my mind and not launched upon a long-suffering readership, but suffice it to say while easy to acknowledge the dealing with it is something else.
It does shed some light on certain anxieties currently with me, work in particular. And while having an answer is helpful, the coping with this does not seem as straightforward. But, I know, and trust, that God is with me and helping me -- and there is a purpose in all of this: even if I cannot see it now.
Treating myself to a movie tonight, and perhaps an Italian dinner. Off to Leichhardt, Sydney's Little Italy [despite the Germanic name -- named for the Prussian explorer Ludwig Leichhardt], to see The French Kissers.