March Marched Quickly

Holy kaboley, how did it get to be the twenty fourth of March?

And, Happy Spring by the way, Northern Hemisphere goers.

This month has been an emotionally tough one for me and I'm noticing my stomach is giving me pain again for the first time in a long time so huh, let's put two and two together and come up with stress = bad, shall we?

I have this feeling that there's light at the end of the tunnel, that I'm turning a corner towards an easier time, and even if that's not true, it's a nice feeling to have. And I would tell you truly that I believe it's in no small part due to the work I did with the therapist during the most acute part of my Dad's illness. I knew it was the right thing to do, and I thank those of you on here who encouraged me to seek out help and support from a professional at that time.

As someone who's met with the gamut of "mental health professionals" from social worker to spiritual life coach to counsellor to psychologist to psychotherapist I can tell you that the money's worth it. (One of my best friends, when I was freshly broken hearted from my first relationship told me I should go see a counsellor. "I can't afford it." I told her. "It's an investment in yourself," she said. "The best one you'll ever make." Wise beyond her years, that one.)

This post really just started off about me being baffled at how quickly this month has gone and then noticing that it hasn't been the easiest one for me. I should probably stop talking now before I go on the massive tangent I can feel coming.

So, happy Spring, happy Saturday, have a good one.