At about 2pm today I felt exhausted. So exhausted I could have curled up under my desk at work and had a George Costanza-style sneaky nap. But that wasn’t an option. And I was more concerned about why I was feeling so tired. I couldn’t figure it out.
I’d had a relatively good night sleep, I’d eaten food at the normal hours. I’d had my two cups of coffee that normally ensure a decent level of perkiness throughout the day. But alas, I was zonked.
Then I remembered, I’d had a therapy session at 9am. To those unaware of what a therapy session can be like, it’s the equivalent of your mind running a marathon in under an hour and there are no snack or water breaks, or bandaids for your nipples.
Don’t get me wrong, I cherish my therapy sessions. They are not daunting or scary. But they can be emotionally taxing.
Today in my session I covered a few weeks’ worth of emotion in an hour.
I was calm, I laughed, I cried, I laughed again. I made jokes. I felt anxious. I concentrated hard. I listened. I spoke in depth and in specific detail about a personal experience that I’ve never shared with anyone.
It might seem weird or weak to be tired after an hour of sitting in a room, but today I’ve accepted that it’s normal and ok. This anxiety business is tiring, so obviously the therapy required to combat is no different.
Today I’ve accepted that therapy makes me tired. It’s taken me a while to realise this. Therapy also makes me well. And if that means a mid-afternoon nap (or third cup of coffee alternative) is required, then I’m ok with that.
Does anyone else feel tired after therapy?
Note: it’s a short blog today. It’s 8.09pm and I’m nearly ready for bed.
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