I need cheering up.
I’ll attempt to nutshell what’s up, but forgive me if I get verbose. With the recent holidays and the kids being off school, I had to go three-ish weeks without dressing (other than one late-night session inside my new closet playground, which you might have seen). It was a long stretch and I was feeling it.
Monday was my day, though. I try to keep “Tina Time” only to Monday afternoons, with the thought that if I don’t put limits on dressing, my priorities will come unglued. Anyway, Tina Time already was going to be cut short because (like an idiot) I made my kid’s orthodontist appointment for Monday. What was I thinking?!
I entered my home office, pulled open e-mail, and there was a honey-do list a half mile long. So not only had I already cut my time short, but now these chores squashed my schedule even more. But I decided to forge ahead and did my make up – to awful results. Gads! Drag queen much, Tina?
Once dressed I attempted a quick ukulele song, and it stunk. And I didn’t like my clothes. And my makeup looked horrendous. And I had to get the kid from school. And my wife gives me this list when she knows Monday is Tina Time. And! And! And!
I stormed off to another part of the house – clomp! Clomp! Clomp! Then on my way back to my office, I’m clomping with purpose down our long hallway, when I look up and get a glimpse of Tina walking in the mirror … and she’s BEAUTIFUL!
As in, at that split second, I wasn’t blendable, I was passable – something I’ve never, ever considered myself. So I continued down the hall to the mirror, looked into my eyes, and just … started … bawling.
It was as though I’d been holding my head under water, and suddenly I’d broken through the surface and could breathe again. I was just gushing. Like, “Oh-My-God-There-You-Are!-I-Love-You!-I-Missed-You-So-Much!”
And then the implications of all that started hitting me.
The next day I met with my shrink and relayed this entire thing. Previously, we had sorta arrived at the point that Tina allows me to express parts of my personality that I ordinarily suppress. But like I said, the implications of the breakdown might-maybe-possibly indicate something beyond that. My shrink said, "Maybe there's more to it than we've talked about."
Ya think?
I feel like I’m approaching an impasse. Emotionally it feels like I’m going to have to choose between my sides, which is death to one of them. And I’m achingly sad about that possibility.
Any words or comfort or advice would be TREMENDOUSLY appreciated!