snaptember 4
My therapist shares space with another therapist, in an old midcentury house in Ballard. Her partner does lots of impressive gardening in the front yard, both flowers and vegetables.
Including these gorgeous tomatoes.
I started PTSD treatment a few months ago. It's necessary and hard and sucky and awful and for the best. I often hate it, but I still go every week, because I need to. I don't want to spend the rest of my life debilitated by trauma. Now that I'm safe, and supported, and tremendously loved, I can do the work I need to do to get better. Falling in love with Mike and building this incredible relationship means I'm always looking towards the future.
No matter how hard it is, though, I always get to enter and leave through a magnificent garden, with roses, grapes, dahlias, lavender, tomatoes, strawberries, kale, and more. And that always makes everything feel a bit better.
Including these gorgeous tomatoes.
I started PTSD treatment a few months ago. It's necessary and hard and sucky and awful and for the best. I often hate it, but I still go every week, because I need to. I don't want to spend the rest of my life debilitated by trauma. Now that I'm safe, and supported, and tremendously loved, I can do the work I need to do to get better. Falling in love with Mike and building this incredible relationship means I'm always looking towards the future.
No matter how hard it is, though, I always get to enter and leave through a magnificent garden, with roses, grapes, dahlias, lavender, tomatoes, strawberries, kale, and more. And that always makes everything feel a bit better.