existentialsex4

It is the end of the week again! I had a wonderful counseling session on Monday where I recounted some of the emotional abuse in my past relationship. It was difficult, but still confirming that a mental health professional could identify my pain, sadness and anger. After I had left I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The next day, however, I had a rough time. I felt sad, angry and hurt, but my sister and parents said it is all part of going to see a counselor. They said "it gets a little worse before it gets better." I hope they are right.

This is my last weekend before the new semester starts and I start tutoring undergraduates in moral philosophy. I am a little nervous and a little excited about this prospect. I am also taking a few more pictures lately and continuing learning about photography. I am also actively looking at apartments online because I want to move out this summer. Hopefully, if all goes well, I'll have my new place once classes end. I hope that in my new place, I can work on art, and be less distracted with other things that I worry about here, at my parents place. It will be difficult, but I can already taste the freedom and independence that goes along with that.

I was told by my counselor to think about what I fear, the deeply rooted beliefs that I have about myself that keeps me from being more secure with myself. I had never really thought about this, but I did start to journal and hopefully I can come to a clear realization about what those are.