Talking it out

There have been a few trials in my life that have left me with only a few words and many tears. There have been situations where I've felt utterly helpless and, in some cases, hopeless. I have scars and wounds, like everyone else, from this life walk. I don't mind them, though. They have made me who I am.

I have deep emotional issues from lies I have been told and believed. I have personal convictions that have been tested and failed. But I have firm beliefs that have held true through the best and the worst.

After my dad died I went through about a year of depression. Surely you figured that out by reading my blog :) I didn't know it at the time, but pain and wounds were brought to the surface through my dad dying and the circumstances that surrounded it. Patrick and I saw an awesome counselor, in Texas, who really help me understand and process so much. I'm forever grateful for our decision to do that.

Over the last three months, or so, hard things have happened (that I'll get into another day). When Patrick found out that, as a Chesapeake employee, he and I get six free counseling sessions he called me right away. What an awesome opportunity to talk through things that have recently come up and things that have never been resolved! As a bonus, the counselor I'm seeing is a Christian.

Tomorrow is my first of six sessions. I'm sure we'll talk surface things and he'll get background information, but I'm on the right track. I'm dealing with my baggage and letting the Lord move in me. I'm ready and willing to heal and grow and change by dealing with and confronting my past.

It may be hard. There will be tears. But I can't wait until I'm a little bit closer to being the woman God created me to be.