At the end of session Tuesday, I said something very vulnerable. I really just needed to feel quiet and safe and cared for. T said something in return that was JUST exactly what I didn't need. We exchanged a bunch of phone messages and sorted it out, but that moment made me realize that I still need to go and feel cared for and heard and seen. I need that quiet place once a week to regroup and reflect and connect. I've given up all of my bad coping methods, I've learned to contain things mostly on my own, I can get through flashbacks, I've told my story,etc....but I still need someone supportive in the background, and T is that person right now.

This is really the first time in my life that someone has taken care of me, and I still need it. I feel so safe with and so connected to T, and I feel really lucky. So, therapy continues