Explosion of Healing

It was entirely by accident, or more aptly put, lack of foresight. Either way, I unintentionally signed up for THREE therapy activities that happened to coincide. So, therapy boot camp for lil' ol' me! :)
Mondays are my group that I look forward to the most. The Women's Sexual Assault Centre's "Skills" group. I wish this group went longer than 4 weeks, it's been a beautiful, informative last 2 sessions.
Tuesdays or Wednesdays, I ramble a stream of consciousness to my counselor, a large, extremely intelligent man with a great laugh and a lot of insight.
Thursdays, I meet with an extremely diverse group for "art-as-therapy." Very important not to call it "art therapy," or you'll get the "there's a huge difference between the two!" lecture. I do my best to avoid a certain stereotype of blonde, looking-at-the-ceiling-while-enthusiastically-saying-"ummm, wellllll, it was, like..." females. Sadly, in this group that particular self-protection is impossible. It's a source of humour, though, to hear in a very standard ditzy voice, "Well.... I chose these colours because I just REALLY LOVE  colours! :D"
Apart from the occasional vapid drivel, I really have been getting a lot of wonderful things from my self-imposed therapeutic boot camp.