I felt weird about it, though, since I was a pastor's wife (and had even been a missionary for a few short years). (!)
I was supposed to have 'everything together.'
Well, I didn't.
And found it a profound relief (though after a LONG while) that I could admit I needed help.
I was having major insomnia - and many bouts of negativity and lots of sad feelings.
I had been keeping up my 'quiet times' that I had learned through many years of 'spiritual growth'...
And I had even read a book that was against psychologists - and their 'psychological babble'.
But then (long story short) I knew I needed help.
Finally I became open to 'help'.
Finally I went to a counselor,
It has affected my life ever since. EVER SINCE.
Sam had recommended folks to this counselor he'd found. A GREAT COUNSELOR.
So he recommended ME to that counselor.
I was kind of fearful.
I thought it would make me rethink my growing-up years... and question them - well, as BAD YEARS. Toxic years.
NO. It helped me see my family of origin as though not perfect, having some lessons I could learn.
Like what did my daddy do? How did he think?
How did he respond to negativity?
I won't go into it all (it would take a book) but I did discover that I could face life okay.
And I can.
And I do.
I give a HEARTY THANKS TO DR. BARRIS AYRES, MY COUNSELOR AND MY LIFELONG FRIEND.
I do NOT know what I would have done without you, Barris.