"Each Retreat to the Corner that's Defined By You..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

This morning in Anthropology we watched a film about old Jewish folks living in Venice Beach, California. It was beautifully made and the interviews with the people were great, and I burst out sobbing at the end and continue to cry through the entire discussion.

I realised how much I miss Granddad, and not just Granddad but my people, Charlie and Gayle and Anna and Jennie and Bobby and everybody. Knowing that things are better for them doesn't mitigate the loss of them. I mean, it does, to a degree, but--

On the way back from class I met my therapist, which was fortunate, so I cried at her and she hugged me and made me tell her good memories about Granddad and then made me promise not to be alone to-day (that woman is wise to me and my ways, which is not exactly a bad thing). So I'm going to try to remember to do that.

For now I've decided to lurk here in the student cafe until they bring up the soup. It's supposed to be turkey rice, which would be nice, because otherwise I don't have much incentive for not skipping French like a bitch. It is not my favourite class ever.

Comments

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

*huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugs* I know exactly what you mean. A few years ago I was in a history class, and they showed a film that included interviews with people who were all roughly of the same age and cultural background as my grandfolks and I started crying somewhere in the middle and had to excuse myself when it ended, because I couldn't get it under control. Sometimes things remind us of the good (or at any rate, in the case of my grandparents, the complicated and human and hurting and brave) so strongly that it pushes the grief back over us like a wave. Perfectly normal, but certainly very ouch.

[mhari.livejournal.com]

*hugs you up*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Yes! It was like that. Except that I couldn't leave.

*curls up in*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*hides in*

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

*holdsclose*

[reconditarmonia.livejournal.com]

*squishes*

[azurai.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
Also, kudos on finding a good therapist who hugs you and advises you and stuff- the one time I tried to find a person to meet with when I was especially bad turned me off of ever trying to find another professional.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I have seen so many bad therapists, I can't even tell you. >_> She is the best one I've ever had, but of course I can only see her during the school year.

So, uh, I guess my point is, don't give up on therapy just because the first one you saw sucked--most therapists are not going to be "right" for you. That's why it's so important to shop around.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*attaches*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. ♥

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

Hey, no prob, babe. :D