Thoughts on a Tuesday

To Therapy or not to Therapy.

 

This is an ongoing series.  It began with me sitting in my car following one of my regularly scheduled Tuesday night therapy sessions.  I had been sitting in my car recounting the conversations that I had just had with my therapist.  (Her poor ears).  I guess I unpacked a lot that night.  In that moment, I did not feel like things were resolved of course, but feeling as if I were falling, as if I were in a free fall.  No bottom in sight.  I noticed this pattern following my meetings with her.  It was as if each meeting I peeled a layer of myself off, exposed it, and began to try and decipher, process and understand it all.  This is an unfinished series, because I am unfinished.  I  may never be.  

These images will mean different things to each person.  I invite you to decipher your own, peel off a layer of your own and fall with it.