A friend of mine sat me down today. “Are you seeing a therapist?” she asked.
“Yes, I am,” I told her. “I just started with him last week, but so far I really like him.”
“Oh, okay, that’s good. Because, you know, I hate to meddle in other people’s lives, but, from what I’ve read on your blog, I thought that my therapist could really help you. I think really highly of him. He specializes in cases like you. But if you’ve found someone you like, definitely stick with him.”
We continued talking about everything and nothing for awhile, and finally I was like, “Out of curiosity, in case this one doesn’t work out, who were you going to recommend?”
The name she gave?
Dr. Wiggles 2.0.
I knew, instants before it came out of her mouth, that she was going to say his name.
Of course, she gave his real name, but I was like “No way! That’s the guy I’m already seeing!!!” She was like, “Oh my gosh, girl, I’m so glad. He’s just the best. He’s perfect for your needs. He’ll help you so much.”
And, here’s the thing, is that this girl wasn’t lying when she said she doesn’t like to meddle in other people’s lives. She’s not a meddler. I’m sure she thought long and hard before even broaching this topic with me, and she must have felt it was a valuable enough recommendation that it was worth potentially being viewed as a “meddler.” (I did not perceive it that way at all.) But this made me very happy! What a fascinating coincidence. The universe is whispering to me.
I’m feeling much better tonight, much more grounded. I came home and gave my house a good solid cleaning, created some order, then spent the evening with friends. I vented a lot and got a lot off my chest. Said a lot of things that I didn’t want to say, but that had to be verbalized if these things are going to heal.
My mother called after she read my blog earlier in the day. “What you’re describing to me sounds like physiological symptoms. It sounds like you had some physiological symptoms and it set off a small panic attack. Did you eat a lot of dairy and sugar yesterday?”
I thought about it, and YES, I consumed WAY MORE dairy and sugar yesterday than usual. I had scrambled eggs at brunch and like 3 glasses of orange juice — I rarely eat eggs or sugary drinks — and then at that dinner party I had deviled eggs and ice cream and lots of sugar.
My mom suggested I ditch the dairy and sugar for a week and see how I feel. And I remember how amazing I felt when I was eating a pure vegan diet. That was the steadiest my moods have ever been. I’m still vegetarian, but I do eat dairy products now. I missed cheese too much, but cheese isn’t worth this! So I’m going to go back to pure vegan, effective immediately. And I’ll cut out most sugars, too. See if that makes a difference.
