New Therapist

Today was my first real online session with my new therapist, John. He seemed kind during the intake, but I wasn’t sure how I’d feel doing it all over Zoom. It kind of brought me back to the isolation of COVID days—and honestly, I’ve always preferred being in the room with someone.

It’s been a while since I’ve talked to anyone professionally. The whole Joanne/Trump situation (if you know, you know) kind of derailed things, and then she left after her injury—so the timing lined up, but yeah... I’ve been overdue.

Last time, my camera wouldn’t work (me and tech are not friends), but today it finally cooperated. I even wrote out some questions ahead of time to avoid my usual spiral.

And the session? It flew by. Man, can I talk. Still, it was a little tough. I kept feeling like I was just repeating everything I’d already told Leah—like I was rehashing old territory instead of breaking new ground. Not sure I got much out of it yet, but I guess that’s part of the process.

At the very least, John got a better sense of who I am—and for a first session, maybe that’s enough. Starting over is weird, but I’m staying open.

Therapy’s a journey, right?

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