First my husband saw the psychologist and convinced me to go.
I see the psycologist. I am lost in the forest's darkness, but beginning to see light. There is hope.
Dr. W said, "I want you to know that I m an expert on bipolar and codependency."
I nod. I tell myself, I hope he's not referring to me. I don't think I am. He must be referring to my husband. He has a neice who's bipolar, so there's a good chance he's bipolar. It must be the codependency.
Dr. W sets the tip of his pen on his notebook. "Now tell me what's bothering you?"
I spent the entire hour giving him the inside of all the stress I went through with my family, my marriage, and my husbands family while the Dr. scribbled notes and tears rolled down my cheeks.
His eyes stared into my eyes. "You have gone through a lot."
I inhaled and nodded. I felt better. He validated my feelings. He understood me.
"I can help you, but I don't want to tell you what to do, but I will help you to learn how to change your thoughts and behavior. And I'll let you do most of the talking."
I step out of the room and am thankful that he didn't mention I was bipolar.
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