despair
I had a good session with my T this morning. There is only so much time to talk, however, and so I think I tend to omit those things which seem to big to find solutions for.
And, just after the session, on my way to work, I was feeling pretty good about it but, then, also felt at my very core an endlessly deep well of sadness that I cannot imagine ever not being there.
Words don't describe the feeling adequately or accurately. Each time I become conciously aware of it, however, I start crying and I not just remember but feel the deep sadness of the child that I was.
I even see him in a place that I know and know how old he was and some of what has put him there. He stands there utterly alone. I cannot help but look into his eyes, totally black and shiny with tears and then fall in, plummeting into sadness, emotional pain.
I know that I'm not supposed to say this or think this or feel this, but when that happens it feels more real than anything else. With it is the absolute certainty that that is the true, authentic me.
Why do people expect a guy to live with that for a whole lifetime?
And, just after the session, on my way to work, I was feeling pretty good about it but, then, also felt at my very core an endlessly deep well of sadness that I cannot imagine ever not being there.
Words don't describe the feeling adequately or accurately. Each time I become conciously aware of it, however, I start crying and I not just remember but feel the deep sadness of the child that I was.
I even see him in a place that I know and know how old he was and some of what has put him there. He stands there utterly alone. I cannot help but look into his eyes, totally black and shiny with tears and then fall in, plummeting into sadness, emotional pain.
I know that I'm not supposed to say this or think this or feel this, but when that happens it feels more real than anything else. With it is the absolute certainty that that is the true, authentic me.
Why do people expect a guy to live with that for a whole lifetime?