Thursday, September 13, 2012

Disco Therapy

Last night I called Nicole for "coaching."  I've never done that before, not even with Dr. K.  It was strange and hard to call her and tell her how I was feeling and that I needed help.  The advice she gave me seemed stupid and silly, but I decided to actually try it.  And while I felt stupid the whole time, I did not cut or drink or take NyQuil.  It really sucked, but I don't hate myself for the choices I made. 

Today during "Mindfulness Group" we played the Bee Gees, "Staying Alive" with a disco ball and everything.  The therapist danced.  I twirled a mini disco ball dangling from my finger and watched the light dance.  I'm serious.  I don't know how that counts as therapy but I felt light and silly for an hour today.