I had a friend stay for a week recently. Someone who I have known for years and trust. We did a culinary journey of where I live. I never knew that there were so many places that sold burritos.
Now that I am back to eating healthy food. I have my cave to myself. My littles are running around free again. Giraffe has reappeared on my couch. Things seem back to normal.
Things are very far from normal. For a week I slept in my bed instead of on my couch. Now everyone wants to sleep up there. Which I guess is ok. I booked a week long yoga intensive. Where you do yoga at 0630. I’m not a morning person. But I gave it a try. I could handle the larger number of people in the class. I even managed to handle the heavy breathing male who set up next to me out of a class full of women. When a second instructor spent the hour and a half walking around the class helping people with corrections without asking if she could touch them, my anxiety sky rocketed. I tried to go the second day. I was out voted. We vote on stuff you see. It was all too much for many parts. So no more yoga this week for us. Well I have a yoga room. And my littles want to go and do headstand and shoulder stand and other fun things. We have agreed to do that later today.
I have an extra session with G today. To work on processing some of the grief of letting go of our previous T. We saw her on a train and all of my parts tried to vacate consciousness at the same time. It’s the first time we have seen her since the last session. From the reaction I think some parts are hiding their feelings. So today we will focus on grief. Maybe work on some of our abandonment issues.
For my friends who can’t see the pic is of a small child called squee. It’s a graphic novel the boys are reading. Kinda dark and venting of heavy feelings. But a cool picture.