I confess that my next appt with my therapist is the last one. I confess that I'm realizing that my personal relationship of her as a friend has grown to the point I'm going to be very sad next week when we meet. I confess I'm already sad, but I've met my new one and I think she'll be ok.
I confess that my therapist has done more for me than anyone else by a far shot. She has calmed the confusion, lifted my spirits, has been suggesting various ideas for making future plans (she sees my creativity and artist ability) and she has guided me through some times I thought I was going to crash and burn.
She is going to be missed, and I assume she will be missed by her other clients, too.
Thanks Kate! Even when the conversations went on wild tangents, you could always use them as examples of hope and such, that I couldn't see.