I finally have a date to see my therapist, who disappeared abruptly because she was placed on leave. (Long story to be found in other threads.) The point of this is that I have not felt particularly glad or excited since I got the call last week to book a session. It will be six months almost to the day since the last one.

Maybe I just ran out of emotional energy to spend on this situation. Maybe its partly because I am only sure of seeing her while she is in her new job, which may be temporary. She took the position for a year. Of which two months have already passed. She doesn't know what will come next.

Or maybe it's just that six months is a long time and I have pretty well shut down my connection to her, since it was so painful at first not to be able to see her.

Guess I'll start to discover what's up once I sit down in front of her in a couple of weeks.