Dear Mr. Beer
I've been meaning to tell you how things have been going for me since my therapy with you. The first few days were terrible. Even before the therapy, I thought I couldn't go on, and afterward, it was even worse. My thinking was very difficult; I couldn't even touch type anymore. I kept making typos, mixing up words, and everything was completely wrong. Driving was giving me problems because I no longer had the right feeling in my legs and feet, so driving with me became a bit bumpy. :) This whole thing lasted about a month, and then it started... I wasn't as tired anymore, I got a happy expression on my face again, and I generally felt much fresher and fitter. What I like most and what I noticed most is that I've found myself again. I'm me again. Which doesn't just mean good, but still makes you feel good.
What this doesn't all mean is that I'm fully embracing the old "mistakes" that I painstakingly unlearned. Now it's time to learn something new, but it also gives me the chance to rethink what exactly needs to be revised and what simply belongs to me. The biggest change of all for me is that I've completely rediscovered my passion for sewing. I've even opened a website and created a label; if you'd like, you can take a look at (web address). Before therapy, I enjoyed sewing, but I no longer had the stamina or energy. Whenever I wanted to do something, I lacked the creativity and energy, and I'd lose interest after 15 minutes. At the moment, I'm fighting a bit against the energy bubbling inside me. I'm extremely hyperactive and would love to sew, knit, create a website, bake, and do everything at once and then start on the next thing... and that's not good; it stresses me out and makes me tense up. If I'm alone on a Sunday because my partner is working, I get up at 8:00 a.m. and sit down at the sewing machine. I couldn't sleep at all because I could hardly wait to sew. When I get to my room sewing, it's suddenly dark outside, and I haven't even noticed that I've been sewing for so long. Last Friday, I told myself I'd go to bed by midnight at the latest. Suddenly, it was 2:30 a.m., and I hadn't noticed anything because I was so engrossed in my work. I absolutely have to force myself to take breaks now, otherwise I'll miss out on rest. I can't sit in front of the TV in the evening and do nothing; it bores me to death. I've gone from one extreme to the other, so to speak. This one is obviously much more pleasant; I just have to learn to deal with it.
Life has become much, much easier for me!
I wish you a wonderful day.
Best regards,
Ruth Zinniker