I think I’m getting the flu.
I had a session with my psychologist today; we talked about boundaries and radical acceptance.
Boundaries…I don’t think I really understood the concept until today. She likened it to having a farm, and I can only take care of my own farm. Over the fence, in somebody elses farm, I had no control over the goings on. I had no right to try to tell them how to run their own farm. She laughed and said she didn’t know why she used a farm, but I like the analogy.
I can’t manage his farm, even if his animals are being neglected. If he does something over on his farm that affects mine, all I can do is ensure my own animals are okay.
The next point was radical acceptance. Anything that is happening in my life, I just need to accept. I can say “even though it would be nice if he were here right now, he’s not, and I accept that.” It makes me feel sad, and powerless. But it’s about growing up. The little girl can’t have everything she wants.
I’m off to bed.