I just decided one day that I was going to talk about anything at all. I hadn't said much in 9 months. I figured I had nothing to lose.
I talked about everyday things like baking Christmas cookies, just anything, nothing important. But it was important because it allowed my T to begin to get to know me more, it began building a bridge across the expanse between us, sometimes it gave us something to laugh about and that was important to me after all the seriousness of my silences.
The areas where I struggle with everyday things became apparent and when they came to light, T seized the moment and we talked about them, bridging the expanse in the other direction - from me to T.

When I decided to just say anything, after months of knowing that their is only one rule for therapy and that is to say anything and everything that comes to mind, I wondered how it would go and if what I said would be important enough to be talking about in therapy, or if I would sound stupid, or if she would judge me, all those things we worry about especially in the beginning of therapy. But, I felt I had nothing to lose and that being silent was already making me worry about these things, so I could try talking and see where that went. Scary, slow, talked more one time than the next, yes all those things. But I also had the joy of interacting and the relief of the stress of not talking. Good things to experience!