Just a minute between filming to jot down some thoughts today. I had a therapy session yesterday evening. I had not been for almost a month but was very glad I was able to find the time.
Prior to dealing with being transsexual I dismissed therapy as something for other people, for people who were weaker and lacked the self will to help themselves.
Needless to say I have changed my opinion, after a series of depressive periods and on the insistence of my wife I sought out help. I know it is not always easy to find someone who knows about Trans issues. I was lucky in that an old friend was a therapist, it was still difficult at first to pick up the phone and tell him why I needed to see him professionally.
The sessions have helped greatly, to accept who I am and to control and reduce my depression. I have learned much about myself beyond being Trans as well.
Of course, if anyone in my neck of the woods (S. Ontario) needs his contact info just ask.
It seems this week has invoked the spirit of the King, no reason to stop now. The remix of “A Little Less Conversation” was a big hit a few years ago, did you ever hear the original from the movie Live A Little, Love A Little? No, well here is it is:
Elvis and a 1968 Imperial convertible what is not to love? And yes I want to be the girl in the white mink.
Hugs,
April
