A month ago, a good friend convinced me to try therapy. They had made all this progress with their therapist, and I thought it might work for my own evolution as well. I went, blathered candidly about all things past and present, mainly things that happened a while ago that still gripped me in its clutches. Often, I left feeling like I had just opened another door to dramas that do not exist anymore and continued to ruminate on them for days after. I was feeding them and they were growing back like pesky little weeds in my soul. So, today I called my therapist's answering machine and quit. (Supposedly, you are never supposed to break up with your therapist in person. They always try to win you back, and usually succeed) It wasn't easy, I felt slightly guilty, but I had to do it.
Now, instead of rehashing once was, I am doing what is.