Group Therapy

Long day. Eight hours. Lots of intensity. Much emotion. Eight hours of sitting in a heightened emotional state. Leads to utter exhaustion, greater connection, growth and healing and one massive headache? It's a love hate relationship. I hate hate hate the days of fear leading up to it. I hate hate hate the entire day of intense emotionality and I hate hate hate getting stirred up. But what I love is the care, the connection the deep visceral guttural knowledge of being seen, of being known and of being loved through the ugliest, the darkest and the nastiest parts of me. What I love, is the growth, the healing that I have glimpsed of. It's enough to create a hunger, a longing to keep on moving and to embrace all those parts that I hate. It's enough to keep me going back, despite my fear, despite the trepidation, despite the angst, anxiousness, panic and unknown. It's enough for me to continue embracing my hell in the hopes of restoration. It's enough.