The weirdest thing just happened:
Okay, so I started my day with something of an "anger hangover" from last night. I felt kinda weird about where my headspace was last night, but maybe I got out what I needed to because I felt a bit better and wasn't as grrrrrrrr as I was last night.
I was able to go swimming with my friend L and her big belly, and it didn't bother me very much. We had a great time, went for sushi after with our kids, and had a nice day.
But, I didn't want to forget about last night, so at 4:55pm today (after putting it off all day) I called the grief counsellor I was introduced to at our local clinic to set up an appointment.
When I called, she answered, and I said "this is Brooke M****r calling, I met you about a month ago in the clinic-", and she *gasps*. I said "what happened?", thinking that she saw something shocking on TV (as we all are right now with the earthquake/tsunami in Japan), or spilled something hot on herself... Anyways, she says "no, I just put your file on my desk, opened it, and read your name as I answered the phone. I was just about to close your file."
I guess it was meant to be that I go see someone now. The time is right.
I see her on Tuesday. I don't know what to expect, but I think it's going to be good.