Fear is no stranger to me or me of it. Always lurking around ready to attach and bring me down.
I have done so well lately, well a few days, but at one point while at work this afternoon, it hit. The panic starts and questions roll within my mind of the what if’s. At the time, I was thinking about counseling, my counselor. Today is a Monday, my usual day to meet with my counselor as we have for years so it seemed appropriate that it happen today. My routine has been disrupted and I still feel lost by not going.
While she is on a leave of absence, perhaps six months or maybe longer, my mind zips to when she will return. Will she call me? Will I be invited back? Am I anybody to her now? The questions continue and bombard my mind and my body is reacting in panic of what if she doesn’t, you are nobody, it’s over, and so on.
While all of this seems to last forever, it did not. I was able to recognize what was happening, remembering her advice and direction, realizing I was feeling tired and overwhelmed with my work and how my body was frozen and feeling a sense of doom. All of this just added further chaos to my busy day, but I was happy I did not stay there.
The hopelessness and tightness in my body was evident. What am I going to do? How am I going to make it? I miss her. I need her. Oh my God, help me. Panic!
Fear is torment no matter how it comes or what about.
Understanding and control finally took over and I continued with my work. Considering the grip it had at the time, I decided to write.
Again, I have done so well the past few days and adjusting of our sessions no longer happening, knowing I still have attachment issues and feel the abandonment in this relationship, but I know I must go forward and I will. Hopefully, in a more healthier way than with past relationships. I’m still learning, growing and healing.
Whether I am called back if or when she starts counseling again, I don’t know, time will tell. It would hurt me deeply if not and I don’t know how I will respond, if so, but silently cry many tears and write more.
While it would be nice to know and hear from her, I realize boundaries are in tact in our counselor/client relationship, so I patiently wait. I care for her and I pray for her.
When the fear comes, and it will, no matter what form, all you can do is try to get a grip.