Coprolite

A lot of the pain we are dealing with are really only thoughts.

Every week I'd make my way downtown for my appointment with my therapist, Cheryl. We'd spend an hour dredging up the old shit from my past.Turning it this way and that, examining it from every angle.

I've been in therapy for many years. And I sometimes question what it's gotten me. I still have fears and anxieties. I still think on those childhood events that left scars. There are days when I just don't think I can cope with anything. Those are the bad days.

Then there are those days when I am on top of the world. Nothing can touch me. There are no fears, no doubts, no emotional traps waiting for me. Those are the days when I can see clearly and when I can tell how far I've made it from that scared, bewildered child of 13.

A lot of my problems are past me now. They've become hardened bits of memory, fossilized and dusty, forgotten, sitting on a shelf in my mind. Every once in a while I'll take them down, dust them off, and remember how life was with them. Never forget, right?

But no matter what baggage I may be carrying, no matter how old my shit is, at least I'm not making jewelry out of it.

~*~

This is my entry for week 3 of therealljidol.

Coprolite.

Riiiight. W.T.H.

So I'm throwing this out right now though for *shits* and giggles. Read it, tell me what you think....