Thinning hair and all.
I told the therapist that what I wanted most was to feel like myself again.
Instead of being depressed, maybe hopeful. Instead of feeling confused, maybe feeling capable. Instead of crying most of the day, maybe just a few minutes every now and then when I need to. The old Gina was strong, and knew her mind. She was organized at home, and enjoyed shopping and cooking and decorating the house. She loved reading and doing crafty things. She loved spending time with family. She was the main driver in her life, not an unwilling participant. She had strong opinions and thoughts and expected to be able to express herself fully. She had Mark, but she also had herself.
So that's what I'm working on - finding me again.
