I have slightly less one year left before I graduate with a CACREP accredited Master’s Degree in Mental Health Counseling. I will be starting my practicum by the end of this summer and my internship in January. I also have three classes left. Well, 2+ as I started one of them yesterday…
Yesterday I started a five week summer course in Grief and Loss Counseling. I have been looking forward to this class as I feel this is a very important area that most all of us need to work through. This class is a little different than most of the ones I’ve had. It’s conducted as a group, similar to group therapy, in grief and loss and as future counselors we are encouraged to share and explore our experiences and feelings.
I am no stranger to loss and working on issues regarding my loss, but that does not mean it is an easy or natural subject for me. I have touched upon it recently by posting here on the blog about my father and on the previous blog (now lost in the ether) about my mother. Here’s the thing though, I have not been able to bring myself to recreate/rewrite the post about my mother. It was hard to write the original one. That doesn’t mean I don’t still have love for her, but the feelings are more complicated and as much as they are in the past they are still in the present. Same for my father, but that relationship was different.
Like all summer classes there will be a lot of work in a short amount of time. I have two personal writings and a research post to do before Monday morning. The first of which is posing a much greater challenge than I expected. I think it’s because instead of letting the thoughts flow I am trying to be careful and thoughtful. That’s why I have taken a break to write this post as a primer and reminder for myself. Tonight I will begin my homework writing.