Bits of my life
I realize maybe I shouldn't consider a TV show in the category of "life" but...well, it's become a part of my life. I have to confess, I wasn't a fan of Grey's Anatomy from the get-go. For a long time I didn't want to be tied down to a TV show, to *need* to be home at a certain time on a certain date to be able to view some stupid concoction of stories and characters and crap. I fought against it pretty hard, put up a pretty good fight. The first season I think I watched the pilot and thought, okay, I could watch that and not feel completely terrible. My sister automatically fell in love with it all. She began watching Desparate Housewives also, so it was the Sunday night TV bloc for her. I'd putter around the computer and not pay much attention to GA, just catching snippets when something would draw me in. Little by little, that show sucked me in. By the end of the first season I was pretty into it, making excuses to agree to spend time with my sister when she'd ask me to watch GA with me. She was always a pusher about it, wanting to share the show with me. I resisted, but it was futile. By the time the first season's DVD came out, I was ON IT as far as wanting to watch what I had scoffed at. I wanted to see everything. It is great stuff.
Once the second season started, Sunday night at 10 was our time together. It was really nice to spend that time with my sister, it was simply time to sit with each other on the couch and watch Grey's Anatomy. I was blown away by the second season. Watching it was a way to allow myself to cry about pain in my life that I hadn't been crying about and maybe should've been. It gave me an outlet. It helped me feel my pain, and for that I am grateful.
I know it's silly, this post about Grey's Anatomy, but throughout this recovery time of mine against my addiction to food, I have to be willing to feel the pain. I have to be willing to go through it full force. GA helped me crack away the first bits of the walls. I can't wait to start watching again tonight!
Once the second season started, Sunday night at 10 was our time together. It was really nice to spend that time with my sister, it was simply time to sit with each other on the couch and watch Grey's Anatomy. I was blown away by the second season. Watching it was a way to allow myself to cry about pain in my life that I hadn't been crying about and maybe should've been. It gave me an outlet. It helped me feel my pain, and for that I am grateful.
I know it's silly, this post about Grey's Anatomy, but throughout this recovery time of mine against my addiction to food, I have to be willing to feel the pain. I have to be willing to go through it full force. GA helped me crack away the first bits of the walls. I can't wait to start watching again tonight!