I am grateful I forgot (on purpose?) a small part of my assignment. What do I like about myself. What’s okay about me.
I went on one of my long explanations of why I no longer possess some of my better qualities, my inactive life means less valid and value, and so on.
And I was always trying to be accepted and acceptable, fighting the evil gene (and bipolar/depression) so which were real, true soul-depth values or surface qualities.
Didn’t work. So, not only did I need to be grateful, I need to find bits of myself I like, am grateful for, good qualities and all that.
I like my warped sense of humour. Reminds me of my father, and silly times. Of the act of laughter – giving and receiving. Of laughing as a warm hug, winter’s duvet, summer’s sprinkler.
Grateful I have a therapist (as yet.) The same one off and on for a couple of years. I make her laugh which worries me at times. Should you make your therapist laugh? What is that a sign of?