Lately, I have been experiencing having a lot of trouble being able to talk business when I go to my therapist's office. I've been tongue-tied and don't know why! It's been very frustrating knowing I'm paying that much per hour to sit there and stress over my own silence. Anyway, the advice given was to talk about just that - that I couldn't seem to talk.
So when I got to my session, I started to freeze. I couldn't talk about the reasons I was there in the first place - not one thing came out of my mouth that was about me. I talked about a friend, co workers, work, bla, bla bla. After a while, it made me mad. But he encouraged me to "put one thing on the table" to talk about. So I told him I'd blogged and the advice was to talk about the fact that I suddenly find it impossible to talk about me and that he feels like a stranger to me.
It started there and ended up a good (sort of) session. We talked about a lot of things that mattered, finally. So, to all of you who are always here when I need a bit of encouragement, when I can't find a reason to live, when I need to be needed, and when I need to be heard:
One can pay back the loan of gold,
but one dies forever in debt to those who are kind.