I may rant and rave about therapy. I may question it ad nauseum. I may fight back and worry about it. I may torture myself with doubts whether it's useful or necessary.

But, I tell you, after a 12 day drought of no therapy because T was on vacation, it feels like I'll be experiencing a refreshing, life-giving, uplifting encounter tomorrow.

There's a certain happiness and joy (even though there is an admixture of fear and pain and anxiety) going to T. It's like dancing in the field with an array of beautiful wildflowers, the sun is shining and there's a soft breeze that warms the body, mind and soul.

So what if I stumble and fall sometimes? It hurts a bit but the fragrance of the flowers and song of the birds and the swaying of the branches of the trees so envelope and protect me that even the pain somehow feels good.

That tomorrow I can visit this magical place (my T's office) where my true self may eventually be found and embraced is the wonder of my life right now. I will skip and jump and twirl in this field until I'm finally released and am free to be me.