Tuesday, March 12, 2013
I earned it
Rainy all day. Crosstown to see shrink. I enjoy one-to-ones with his young MSW assistant, but when other patient/clients are there it turns into Group-Lite, I say very little to people I don't know, the level comes down to, "Bob likes to write. What do the rest of you do to stay active?" & "Bob is getting rid of lots things. Do any of you have problems with clutter?' I was in several groups at the clinic I did not like for how they were conducted. But when I was in a day program called "partial hospital," six weeks, M-F, 9 am -3 pm, I went through the program with the same group of about 12 people (all younger, many had been to college or were college age, generally an intelligent bunch with a variety of issues). The entire day was groups focused on different topics, well-run, & locked up tight. Some very serious personal stuff was discussed. Some people wept. We got to know each other. Group confidentiality was the #1 Rule.
Filled out a brief questionnaire on clinic services. Generally high grades except the last; Would you recommend the clinic? Gave it three on a scale of five. It's a public clinic. If your insurance can put you elsewhere, go elsewhere.
I took cab to CVS, walked home from there in light rain, Puttered around a bit. took an Ambien & went to sleep for four hours. Conked right out with radio on. Didn't sleep well last night. I earned it.
Filled out a brief questionnaire on clinic services. Generally high grades except the last; Would you recommend the clinic? Gave it three on a scale of five. It's a public clinic. If your insurance can put you elsewhere, go elsewhere.
I took cab to CVS, walked home from there in light rain, Puttered around a bit. took an Ambien & went to sleep for four hours. Conked right out with radio on. Didn't sleep well last night. I earned it.
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"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
Getting rid of stuff that has been doing nothing except being sentimental, can be hard, but when done in a time of need, can be extraordinarily easy. Moving to the smaller apartment, and having a time crunch pushing me out, gave me the courage to just dump 2/3 of my stuff. I kept reminding myself of the mantra from the hoarding television shows - remember that the stuff just contains memories, and the memories you will always have; the stuff can go.
I've carted hundreds of books through four apartments, thinking, "Someday I'll have shelves & a library room," but gradually realizing I didn't want that. I actually have some books I refer to over & over, a handful I really treasure as art objects, & some art & photo books I like keeping around.
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