Anyway, today was Thursday, a.k.a. therapy day! My therapist is an absolute godsend. Dr. B has undeniably become one of my favorite people, always asking me questions to help me dig deeper into why I feel the way that I do. Today, I'd mentioned again that I'm 7 months out from my last physical encounter with a man. My dear doc wondered if I considered myself a sex addict, and wondered why I felt it necessary to count the time of my abstinence. She encouraged me to continue to process my feelings, rather than simply sweeping them away, explaining that in processing, I give my brain the chance get away from the old, and fully embrace the new.
I explained that I definitely am not a sex addict, but historically, I thoroughly enjoyed being connected to men who are well-sought after. I love that connecting with men is no longer my main focus and that I am able to focus on myself and my goals (such as finally finishing 2 books that I've literally been working on for almost 4 years now). Counting is simply my way of celebrating how long I've been free of the perils of a relationship, and learning to embrace my own womanhood, on my own terms.
I feel myself entering a new era. I'm entering a space where I'm prioritizing myself. And while I celebrate this woman, I'm grieving parts of my past. I'm grieving people (yes, even my relationships with some men). I'm grieving my ability to fall into toxic previous patterns, as a method of coping and self-soothing. I'm grieving how naive I used to be. I grieve those relationships I used to value, even though I readily realize that they were never good relationships, they were just familiar. That version of Malika is dead and buried. I don't know who this new Malika, but I do know one thing.
She don't take no mess.
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