I'm just sitting here looking at the collage I made for my last therapy session. I can't tell you the peace, understanding and grace that single little expression of emotion has given me.

Despite some of the stuff on it, I feel such comfort having shared it with my therapist, and now knowing that he knows.

He gave the collage back to me to keep, but in a way I wish he would have kept it. It would have been symbolically like he was keeping me, or at least that part of me there, with him.

I strongly suspect he may ask for it, in the meantime though, it is nice to have it with me for now.

Just rambling I guess.