A Therapist's Advice
Me and my mom in my christening outfit
In March of this year, Danny and I found out that the owner of the house we rented was putting the house up for sale. And given New York's surging rent prices, it was proving difficult to find a place to live that was suitable for the kids as well as near to their current schools. When I gave my mother the news, her response to me was, "Move over here."
That was my mother's solutions for all my financial woes, "Live with us." But given that services for special needs children are scarce from state to state, my biggest fear was losing their services in New York and the kids being stuck in a school environment that would not address and stimulate their needs.
Little that I know that the choice to move to Florida would be made for me.
We all know losing a mother is tough. All the things that could have been flash before your eyes and reminiscing becomes painful.
I've gone back and forth with myself in seeking outside help; group counseling, one on one or a therapist to help me grieve properly, whatever that means. But as of right now, I'm not ready. Is there anything wrong with seeking help, no? But in when I was in school, my goal was to be a therapist so I kind of figured out what I'd hear. It would go something like this:
- "Remember the happy times"
- "It's okay to cry"
- Do things that make you happy"
- "Accept help when help is offered"
- "Keep a journal"
- "And what would you ask your mother if you could speak to her again?"