Graduation

I discharge tonight from my six week intensive outpatient therapy program. They call it discharge, I'm calling it graduation. It's a more affirmation sounding word. I think I can attribute to the class that I have stopped having my daydreams of committing suicide on my boy's grave. I don't think suicide was ever actually a topic in the classes, but I did talk about it some in therapy. I'm not sure when the daydreams stopped, but they did. I found the strength to talk honestly with my husband about my grief, my sadness. I'm not hiding it from him or pretending. I think I realized that some of my behavior were very bad examples of still trying to prove my love to him. And some were very bad examples of trying to distract myself instead of cope or coping skills. I think it's OK to say the class been beneficial.