I've always been ambitious and productive, lots of interests, hobbies, and so on. I lost my job a while ago and enjoyed the freedom to hike, read and make art. I've been in several shows and sold pieces and that felt good.
The novelty of no longer working lost its shiny veneer but I don't care to go back to work. I still love my freedom.
The problem is, I think, is that I have upped my sessions with my T to twice a week and we have been hitting the trauma stuff pretty heavily over the last several months. Many forgotten abuses have come to light and I have lost interest in a lot of things and have become a major putz around the house woman, and that is so not me. I cannot get myself to do much and hours of gazing at the internet is happening. The one thing I have right now is a trainer twice a week who kicks my butt around the gym. I keep thinking about making art and it won't happen. Aside from waiting for things to settle down, how does one light the fire again?
The novelty of no longer working lost its shiny veneer but I don't care to go back to work. I still love my freedom.
The problem is, I think, is that I have upped my sessions with my T to twice a week and we have been hitting the trauma stuff pretty heavily over the last several months. Many forgotten abuses have come to light and I have lost interest in a lot of things and have become a major putz around the house woman, and that is so not me. I cannot get myself to do much and hours of gazing at the internet is happening. The one thing I have right now is a trainer twice a week who kicks my butt around the gym. I keep thinking about making art and it won't happen. Aside from waiting for things to settle down, how does one light the fire again?