It's been about a month since I diaried the need for my family to get into therapy. If you recall, the centerpiece was Mrs. JBtakenote's longtime battle with OCD, anxiety and depression, along with my clear lack of coping skills (which turned me into a mean, yelling and lying ass for about 2 years), and the acting out of our 3 young children in response).
We have been waiting for this intake appointment for more than a month, and during that time I have been altering my focus with no travel at all, working for one client, and job hunting. Slowly and tirelessly, I have had no trouble returning to my old self (when you love somebody it certainly makes change much easier), and the nurturing, loving side of me has returned.
I have not raised my voice to anybody in my house or said a mean thing since I made that change decision back at the end of April. I can honestly say I probably won't ever be that way again.
