That first therapy session was in the summer before Jordan went to eighth grade. I find it very interesting that I only wrote in my journal three times that summer, and none of the entries were about Jordan. Yay! But also, Hmm...
I wonder why.
Could it have been I overreacted all those years, and things weren’t as tough as I had perceived them to be? I went all summer without venting into my journal, which translates to; we went through an entire summer without the proverbial sh*t hitting the fan. Have you ever noticed that when things are going well, it's hard to remember/acknowledge/believe a time when they weren't?
Good thing I kept a journal.
Experiencing this uneventful summer makes me think. Maybe all Jordan’s issues were situational. Would she have been happy, secure, and better able to cope with life if she had no real responsibilities or outside pressures? Perhaps, but it’s not like I began journaling when Jordan was faced with the outside stimuli of school. Our Us Too story began at the time of her birth, even if I didn't know it at the time. Plus, having fewer responsibilities may have the propensity to lower anxiety levels, but it doesn't do much for those who battle depression. It's frustratingly-intriguing and discouraging how intertwined anxiety and depression are. Yes?
Conceivably, Jordan’s therapy sessions could have attributed to our pleasant summer. It was possible that she was on her way to being “cured" (probably not one of my best word-choices), but I have a feeling it’s never quite that simple.
On the bright side, the Becks had a good summer that year. :-)