Finding #Fearless: The Epilogue, Part Two
This is part one of a two part follow up to my series Finding #Fearless. Names and locations have been changed to protect identities. Epilogue, Part One | Epilogue, Part Two After only seeing my therapist twice in two months, I walked in to my appointment in September feeling different about being there. He asked me, “How are things going, let’s get an update on the past month?” I took a moment, and that’s when I told him: “I don’t know, I just don’t feel like I need to be here today.” That’s actually pretty freaking huge. About a month ago my therapist declared me recovered from emetophobia. It was a very odd transition, because I had literally just started getting back to a normal state of mind. And, not soon after that, I started to have anxiety flare ups again that made me start to question if I could really be recovered. Did he speak too soon, or did I bite the bait too quickly? What if I wasn’t ready to be deemed recovered and …