Can I interrupt for a second?

by MB

The therapist asked me tonight in group. Can I interrupt you for a second?

I was deep in my own head, words escaping my lips before they were fully formed. Blurting ideas, still in their nascent stages, before my instinct to repress could kick in.

I was explaining how to accept the noise, the inability to sit still, as a part of myself. How I cannot work without the T.V. on; cannot start a project if I am not in the throws of another. About how I've learned, despite this, that I am more than o.k.

She stopped me.

What you were just describing, she said to me,That's recovery.