Well, I went in basically lambasted my T over what a puddle of vulnerability I've become. We talked awhile, and I gotta admit, I was mad. At first he didn't know what to make of my new "realization" but was careful not to just dismiss it outright.

He did admit that I was one tough cookie when I entered therapy, but he also thought I was lonely. Very very lonely. He was right, therapy has helped that.

Like a turtle, I will now poke my head out every now and then and experience the world in a whole new way. Sometimes I stay out and move around for some time.

I'm sure if a turtle lost its shell, it would feel really weird without it.

I'm likely in that weirdness.