oh, yeah. I don't think I am done with therapy, and I hope someday I can find another T. I also don't discount all the ways my T did help me in 2.5 years of seeing her, and how much progress I have made in that time.

All my life I've just clung to whatever came along. It was that way with T, too. I was told to go to DBT and given this appointment to do an intake with T, and that's how it started. And T did a good job of giving me something to hold onto during some of the worst months of my life.

I just think maybe now I'm starting to be ready to make my own path and not cling like a drowning person to whatever floats past. I am not so close to death, I am not on the verge of drowning. I can stand up and realize the water isn't even over my head. I can stand and just breathe.