It wasn’t exactly fun. It was rather difficult and as a friend of mine said yesterday, who has been through similiar rough times: “There’s no way to get through it except to go through it.”
Saturday night was the worst. I finally emailed my brilliant therapist, Michael Eigen and he wrote me this:
“You are feeling what you need to feel.
Nothing lasts forever.
Meanwhile, you are being asked to continue growing, perhaps in ways you can’t fathom or imagine.
You are not done meeting yourself or meeting others.
Now, one small step after another, or for a time, no step at all.”
That helped. Also, he encouraged me to feel my anger. That it was entirely appropriate. I think that when I feel very sad, it’s often repressed anger.
And then on Sunday, after running into a friend at Unity, I decided to go to the Mama Gena graduation for the latest mastery class. It was just what I needed. It lifted me up, reminded me to look for my pleasure every day, to know that I am not alone, that I am part of an amazing sisterhood of women everywhere, and to dance.
And my thoughts are with the citizens of Iran, who are going through such a difficult period in their history. And Iraq, and everywhere, there is so much suffering.