Medicated depression, day #141
Woke up around 08 this morning, heard son turn on the TV and start to make breakfast in front of the TV, nope, that is not how we do it in our house, back to the kitchen .. as he thought he could get away with it.
Wife left early this morning to fly to the other end of the country to work, son and I are alone for about four weeks and I got to brush up on some domestic skills, like sorting clothes before putting them in the laundry machine, as well as choosing program and starting the laundry machine.
But it was like using a bicycle, if you have done it once it comes back really quick, did two machines the other evening, no trouble.
I've been thinking about why the therapist were ending our sessions, I think that each case is only allotted a certain amount of sessions, like 10 or so, after that the patient should be "cured". My therapist were still a bit questioning about the duality of Imposter Syndrome as it expressed as full knowledge of capability and knowledge, at the same time doubt and worries to be found out, "I hope they don't figure out that I'm a fraud", "I'm such a fraud, I don't know anything" .. while knowing full well that this is wrong and irrelevant thoughts, given enough time and opportunity, this will make a huge dent in anyone's self esteem.
I know my therapist doesn't make the rules or anything, just follows them and I'm thankful that I got the time and opportunity to talk, think and reflect upon my self and my thoughts.
But it feel like I need more, to hash things out, to process and put things behind me.
I'll look into getting more therapy time.