I was thinking today how much I rely on my T. She keeps me from going completely nuts, and validates all my weird PTSD symptoms, and has helped me immensely in openning up to people and forming healthy relationships.

Sometimes I wonder how she puts up with me and my screwups. But she's wonderful.

It probably helps that she's a trauma specialist.

I'm spending a small fortune on T - paying her mortgage instead of my own, but she's worth it.

I'm just so happy I have a good T.

--splitimage