Over the past few months, I’ve been hard on myself because the words were stuck; inspiration prohibited. It has become the driest writer’s block I’ve ever experienced. I have made numerous trips to the library to feed my brain and strategically placed notepads everywhere so I could always reach for them in a rare moment of inspiration.
I watched, sadly, as each one of those notebooks began to collect dust and threw up my hands when other areas of my life began to suffer as well.
If the words refused to come, I told myself, I would simply have to dive into my consulting business.
I started ignoring sunshine-filled days in favor of client work and I answered late-night emails in the middle of Wine O’Clock, a sacred time of day when my brain shuts down.
Slowly, the relationship Bryan and I had pieced together more than three years ago began to show serious signs of deterioration.
We attempted to smooth over, crazy glue, and patch up all that we could but it was a painstaking process and, to be honest, rather painful. We were no longer able to communicate effectively, and conversations often escalated into slammed doors and sleeping in separate rooms.
I began to see US for what we really were: fragmented and broken.
Tonight we are doing something completely unexpected, scary, and also necessary. We are meeting with a counselor to work on US again.
I was pleasantly surprised that it didn’t take much convincing at all and that Bryan is completely on board. He even asked if he could meet with the counselor separately to work on some of his own issues. For someone who is often closed off, I consider this a huge step for him.
I imagine we’ll unearth some harsh truths that neither of us wants to hear but it’s time for us to drop our egos, roll up our sleeves, and work on our relationship once again.
I am cautiously optimistic and would love to hear from anyone who has ever tried couple’s counseling before.
“All things are ready if our mind be so.” – William Shakespeare