Talk to Me

This morning my home phone rang -- hardly anyone calls me on my home phone except the kids' Dad who had already called -- and I wondered aloud who it could be. It was my therapist. She said she'd had a couple of cancellations and was wondering if I'd like to come in. I don't know how she knew -- I hadn't seen her in two months and wasn't formally on her cancellation list -- but after a rough day yesterday and a rough start to today, I knew better than to turn down such a handsome offer.

While this was certainly not Stevie's original meaning for this song, this is the one that came to me, and it is surprisingly apt:

I can see your expression when the phone rings

We both know there's something happening here

There's no sense in dancing round the subject

A wound gets worse when it's treated with neglect

Don't turn around there's nothing here to fear

You can talk to me

Talk to me

You can talk to me

You can set your secrets free, baby

I didn't realize until after the session just how badly I needed to do that. I've been struggling quite a bit the last few weeks adjusting to my new job. Because both money and time have been tight (and I didn't have insurance for a month), I went too long without seeing any of my pit crew (that team of professionals that helps keep me sane: my zero balancer/rolpher, my acupuncturist, my therapist.)

As much as I have the loving support of my boyfriend and friends, it was so good for me, today, to talk to my therapist about what was so hard, to hear her compassion, and to have her affirm my intention (and all that's already been brought to fruition) to live a happier, more satisfying life.

Was it all that hard

Is it all that tough

Well, I've shown you all my cards now isn't that enough

You can hide your hurt

But, there's something you can do

You can talk to me

Talk to me talk to me

When you're down

Talk to me

Tttt talk to me

For the first half hour or so, we basically chatted -- I theorized, she listened. And then she said one thing that just touched a part of me, and I started to cry. And as soon as I did, I started to feel better.

Later that afternoon, I called up my man and shared the experience with him. It was awesome to talk to him, as per usual, and we made a promise that we'd keep talking to each other:

Oh, let the walls burn down, set your secrets free

You can break their bounds, cause you're safe with me

You can lose your doubt, cause you'll find no danger here...