Therapy is hard

Today was my second day of therapy. It is so exhausting but cathartic. We ended with breathing exercises, which calmed me and took me away from the panic and tension surrounding my memories. Even the therapist reported  tension. 

Here is a happy article about veganism to lighten my mood. 

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Publishing?

Yesterday, as I drove to my first therapy appointment in over a decade (except for one brief stint with a woman who gave me panic attacks with her silent approach to therapy), I thought I might like to put effort I to becoming published, for real. I have a collection of essays, the life stories of people who live in affordable housing, as told to me and a friend in 2013. The goal has always been (vaguely) to turn them into a book. I have no resources and no knowledge, no following or money, but the time seems right. And I am tired of saying “someday” for this project that changed the way I look at the world.