Welcome to Trippy Monday’s, where I go over 3 things that caught my attention from this past week. Enjoy!
(1) I started going to a new therapist when I moved to Denver. Starting therapy with someone new is a bit interesting because they obviously don’t know me very well yet, so I need to give them some more background information and open up all over again. Regardless, I was discussing my relationship with my dad and there were a lot of emotions coming up for me. I’ve written about my relationship with my dad on the blog quite a few times already, and honestly ai thought I had this figured out. Turns out, I still have quite a bunch of emotions regarding this relationship that I need to process and let go of still. This is a good reminder that just because you let go of something once doesn’t mean you won’t still need to again. Healing from trauma isn’t linear.
It also made me realize that I’ve been kind of putting off and ignoring my own personal healing for the past few months without really realizing it. I’ve just been going through the motions and talking about it, yet I wasn’t getting very deep. This is all fine by the way. It’s okay to take some time to chill, but I’m definitely going to start recommitting myself to deeper healing again, and I look forward to it.
(2) I went skiing again last week and literally broke down in tears at one point because I kept falling on the moguls so much. However, this was the best thing I could’ve hoped for. I finally understood why I was getting so pissed off and frustrated while trying to learn moguls. The reason, unsurprisingly, was that whenever I learned something new growing up, my dad would never give me much praise or make me feel loved unless I was performing well. This basically wired my brain to think that unless I’m doing something right, I don’t deserve to feel happy in that moment. Catching myself in this type of thinking can now allow me to rewire the part of my brain that thinks that way.
The next two days I had of skiing went so much better. I still fell a bunch, but I caught myself before I got frustrated.
(3) A friend of mine was on a ski trip in Aspen, so I went to visit him during the week. Another one of my friends flew into Denver and stayed with me during the weekend. It was a great reminder of my blessed I am to have the people in my life that I do. It’s easy for me to forget sometimes when I’m not constantly around my friends just how lucky I am. I can easily go through periods where I feel alone, but I’m just doing that to myself.
I challenge you this to reach out to someone you haven’t spoken to in a while and catch up 🙂
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