So I went to a MYTHICAL MUSIC THERAPY CONFERENCE.
It was freaking awesome. It also made me realize that probably one of the biggest factors separating me from my kids is my capacity for self care. I packed my bags and jetsetted to XXXXXXXXXX because I knew I needed to. I knew I needed to recharge, rejuvenate and hang out with a bunch of people from the XXXXXXX region (okay, this is just too fun.)
But seriously. Starting with conference, I kind of kicked off a return to self care. I realized (and I’m sure you did, too), from the timbre of my past posts (music joke, get it?) that I haven’t been doing too well with my own mental health, and that a change was due.
So comparison checklist of myself and my average adolescent patient: (boo, I cannot make columns)
Myself:
- Dysfunctional Family
- Negative Self Thoughts
- Loves Music
- Smart Ass
- Plays Music
- Tries to fix everything that makes people want to harm
- Loves stupid stuff
- Omg give me a piano guitar yoga treadmill boffo bat journal when I’m pissed
- Writes really bad songs
Patient:
- Dysfunctional Family
- Negative Self Thoughts
- Loves Music
- Smart Ass
- Listens to Music
- Self Harm/Thoughts of Self Harm
- Thinks everything is stupid
- Stupid stuff includes coping skills
- Can write better music than crazy music lady
- Thinks Crazy Music Lady is a dating opportunity (isn’t it funny how this clashes with negative self thoughts?)
Anyway. I learned a LOT. And it was really funny because I shared some of what I learned with my higher functioning girls, and you know what their Smart Ass answer was?
“Oh we thought you just made this stuff up”.
Sigh. Love them. We worked on boundaries and social skills after one of them stuck her hand in my face and said “SNIFF THIS”. I was going to do something completely different, but well, therapy called.
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I know who you are…MUAHAHA.
And I certainly hope that a fine morally upstanding person such as yourself would never violate confidentiality and reveal my secret