|For The Month Of November.|
November 2, 2020
I don't know fully, why I opened this journal to begin with, but a year or so later, I'm beginning to see why. I thought that it would be a great idea to write just the love letters to the past. Now I'm discovering that this journal is an important therapy tool.
During my late 20's, I managed to procure for myself one of the most amazing psychologists that I've ever had the pleasure of working with in a formal client~professional setting.
Dear Dr. Ruthe,
Look at this Geoffrey darling! I'm doing it. I maybe a grandmother now, but I'm doing it. I'm taking your professional advice to write therapy letters.
I remember this started out as a solution to my anger and rage towards my adoptive father~the secretive pedophile that was never brought to justice. It didn't work out with that issue, but it really works now for other angry issues and I have become adept at getting my anger out on paper now. I had to be introduced to Gestalt Therapy in order to know how to deal with rage safely. I'm hoping that you are pleased with my progress. I am pleased with my progress.
Letters that don't need to be sent : just write them out, because I can write now. I can write about how I feel about things and use writing as a therapy tool.
So kind doctor, our therapy sessions were not in vain. Not at all. There is time for everything to unfold.
I still have pain, which keeps me connected to the human race, but I carry far, far less than I did when I met you. Thankyou Geoffrey. My gratitude to you remains unchanged. I have never forgotten you kind sir.
May God bless you always.