An Act of Universe

Something pretty amazing happened to me this week. More about that in a bit.

I had been thinking about reaching out to my former therapist because of some persistent unusual anxiety that I've been experiencing recently. Then something happened that really triggered me and made me decide to contact her:

I was browsing a friend's photos on Facebook and stumbled across a photo of me at a get-together with a group of friends. I had no recollection of when or where that photo was taken, and that really freaked me out! After the panic eventually subsided, I checked the photo information and was able to find out when the photo was taken; that enabled me to be able to ask one of the other people in the picture about it, and find out what the event was.

It was a party at the home of one of the members of the chorus, following our Pride concerts in mid-June. I remember singing in the concerts, but I absolutely do not remember going to the party. And I know it isn't because I drank too much or anything like that. It's just gone from my memory.

So that was disturbing enough for me to decide to contact my former therapist. Since she now lives in another country, I decided to send her an email. When I opened my email to start composing a message, I had a message from her in my inbox! She just wanted to check in and see how I'm doing! I have chills in my spine just thinking about it! I told her what happened, and we arranged for her to call me the next day. We talked for about an hour and decided it would be beneficial for us to start weekly sessions again for a while, to explore some of the reasons for my anxiety. She knew Kevin and me very well, and is therefore uniquely qualified to work with me on issues surrounding him and his death. 

I call all of this an "Act of Universe" - there's a connection between my therapist and me that caused her to check in with me at that moment which I cannot explain away as mere coincidence.