I'm in Therapy!

I received a very flattering email from a blog reader (thank you, again!). However, within this email was a complaint...or, a request... or, a suggestion.

The blog reader suggested I include more information about...me.

Me?

(Gulp.)

Okay. But remember, you asked for it!

I'm in therapy.

Yep. No joke.

Before I can obtain my marriage and family therapy licensure, I must partake in a set amount of personal therapy hours.

I can't tell y'all how excited I was when I learned about that licensure requirement. I was raised in a home where stigmas, attached to mental health care, simply weren't present.

I looked forward to the proverbial couch...

(pictures from google search)

I am one of those people. I would have no hesitation with walking thru a therapist's door and heading straight for the couch. Of course, I would politely ask, "Shoes on or off," before I laid myself down (in a very dramatic way), and stated, "Where shall I begin?"
Alas, I forewent the couch and opted for online therapy. You see, I had previously written an extremely elaborate research paper on why online therapy is a load of crap. I figured, might as well put my money where my mouth is... I engaged myself, fully, with online therapy. I unzipped my innards and allowed them to spill out - in sight - for my therapist.
My required personal therapy hours are at an end.
I'm going to miss therapy.
I'm sure you are all familiar with the huge advertising campaign of, "Milk, it does a body good."
Well, my new campaign is, "Therapy, it does a mind good."
My research paper was wrong.
Online therapy is a great option for those who find themselves unable to find a local therapist.
Therapy did my mind good.
I'm a feeler. I'm a toucher. I'm an 'in your space' kind of person. I liked questioning myself and learning about my mental motor.
Did you know I'm an emotional eater?
Yep.
Did you know I am very sensitive?
Yep.
Did you know I am slightly codependent?
Yep. Nope.
Okay, that was misleading.
Let me try again.
Did you know I am extremely codependent?
All these traits are wrapped up into the little (or big) package we all call...FARMER.
Therapy, it does a mind good.
Obviously, my little apple didn't fall far from the tree.
Baby Farmer is a writer (at the tender age of 12, she has already written her first novel, and it is quite exceptional) and an artist.
I discovered the latest piece of 'computer art' on her computer.
Yes, Baby Farmer...
With all our quirks and uniqueness, we are beautiful.