ITs funny how I've been in therapy since around January, off and on...and I was depressed and now I had finally found a way out of this depression and felt happy but, unfortunatley....the ONLY reason I'm depressed now is because I can't go back to therapy...the first time I tried I had to cancel last minute because I had surgery, ...Now, the second time I scheduled I had to cancel because my mom had a heart-attack...And I think something happened a third time....oh... she had no available slots for me that week. But, the problem is, I'm not supposed to stress my mom out while shes sick...but, not being able to go to therapy is stressing me out...its been a month and a half since I went and I was suppose to attend every other week...a month and my half...has NOT been my choice...its been fate? I sometimes think "everything happens for a reason?" usually, when I am seperated from something it is for my own good...even though, I greive for it...maybe thats the same kind of thing that is happening right now...in general, I used to attend therapy every single week and finally moved down to every other week...so you have to believe me when I say I was becoming more independent...but, after I got mistreated by a guy recently, had surgery, mom went to the hospital...bad thing after bad thing happened...it felt time that I really needed an outlet again...an outlet I have no control over anymore...because for some reason something bad happens every time I try to reschedule? do you believe in fate? destiny? maybe this is the way its supposed to be but, that doesn't change the fact that its killing me inside. I have many friends...but, no one who makes me feel UNDERSTOOD like she does...I understand she is not a friend, only a therapeutic relationship...but, it is a relationship that I honor for the simple fact that every time I leave, I feel understood, like someone has listened. I worry that I will stress my mom out if I don't get there soon enough but, I also don't want to be dependent on it. any advice? greatly appreciated.