I am a bit stunned. I actually told T the things I wanted to tell him. (Talking is hard for me.) I didn't say everything perfect, it was actually a big weird mess, but he got it, and I actually put my issue out there. I surprised myself.

Not only that, but his response was that this was an issue that I don't have to fix myself and that I should leave it with him for him to figure out.

I feel a million pounds lighter. This is the cool part of therapy. I was at an incredibly high level of anxiety when I left, yet I still felt like skipping to my car.