This therapy blog is turning into a mini-memoir.

And warning: there is a spoiler forthcoming!

If you’re new here, perhaps you should rewind my blog and head back to my first therapy post: Broke, Miserable, and Alone (The Road to Here).

For the rest of you (or perhaps just for Arthur, my therapist, the only person who’s read my blog so far, and hello Arthur, if you’re reading), here is my update. . . .

 

 

My best friend forgave me!

She was the one I lashed out on during my breakdown, mentioned in my first therapy post.

My friend, Phoenix, realized I was just “going through something” and needed to put me on pause for a while.

Understandable.

I thanked her for not giving up on me.

“I was never going to give up on you,” Phoenix said. “I just knew you needed some space and time to work on yourself, and it sounds like that’s what you did.”

In an email, I’d told her about my progress in therapy and apologized to her (again).

She forgave me this time, and we’re friends again.

And I’m happy right now, for the first time in a while.

Phoenix was a main character in Love Songs and Suicide, my debut memoir. If you want to learn more about our backstory (she’s an amazing character and person), you can check out the book on Amazon.