I don't think it sounds stupid at all; I changed my life and thinking because I noticed how calm and "pleasant" my T's voice and manner were compared to my own and finally understood how far off my anxiety was from what living could be like?

For awhile, I turned people into colors and my T was a cool, blue-green, sort of forest and stream put together? I always pictured our therapy as a "path" in such a forest that sometimes was easier to follow than others. I told her all about that and we discussed it; I think one can discuss just about anything with T.

I often wished I could just come take a nap with my T or that we could quietly read together, occasionally conversing if we read something interesting and wanted to share.