Dear T,
I wish I would have known about all these big feelings I would feel for you before I ever signed up for a t session. In fact if you can remember I was basically forced into outpatient t so I could get released from the hospital. I literally thought, "what can this a--hole teach me about anger?" Now three years later I cry all the time because I really wish I could really be a part of your 'real' life. I wish I could be more to you than my appointment times each week. I had absolutely no clue that this is what would happen. In fact I had serious doubts that I would even be able to tolerate you let alone like you. How can this be? How does something like this happen?