My individual therapist is going out of town over the weekend and so I had my session last night.  I was not looking forward to it because I was still processing my session from last Saturday.  I am still trying to process it, and now I have a new session to process.  I did my homework Monday night and proceeded to cry for HOURS!  It was not an easy project and it made for a long night and because of the crying and the swollen eyes from the crying made for a long day.  I was exhausted yesterday.  I tried to wake up to go for my walk yesterday, but went back to sleep instead.

So, last night we worked thru my homework assignment and then we talked about me.  We talked about the things that I like and don't like about me. 

As we talked she asked "if you had your house burn down what would you do?"  I would rebuild!  We talked about this new house.  The new house would never be the same as the one that I lost.  It could be bigger, and even better than the old house.  I have actually watched as a couple of our clients have lost their homes to fire.  They have nothing.  They have insurance, but  there are things that no amount of insurance could buy.  The charred pictures, the heirlooms of the past, they can never be replaced. 

I must admit, I am still mourning my old house.  My husband is mourning the old house.