… Dun dun dun. 😶
I finally have decent insurance that will allow me to see a shrink for close to nothing. Probably gonna try RRT (rapid resolution therapy) or DBT (Dialectal behavioral therapy).
The point is I can finally get this shit off my chest and hopefully get my life back…not that I ever had one.
Personally this experience has taken an emotional turn on me on top of the stresses I already have. No, Erik isn’t sucking life out of me. It’s the general fact that now I’m on the spiritual path, it’s fucking with my sense of real and imagined. The big part of it is not being with Erik. It sounds more like grief counseling but I have other shit.
People like us, I wouldn’t doubt that some of us do seek counseling.
It makes sense… Your true love is dead. I donno what’s worse knowing them before or after death. It’s shitty either way. It’s like you lost your phone and finding it cracked in your back pocket. It fucking sucks. Well it eats a lot at me mainly because the relationship with my bf has been nearing an end for the past few years. So yeah it drives me crazier than I already am.
check out the support forums tailored for TFs on the other side:
Don’t forget to take a look at Erik’s blog ran by his amazing mom Dr Elisa Medhus. Lots of stuff about his afterlife and shit.(◕‿◕)♡