Therapy is like cleaning up after an oil spill. There is so much oil and it gets everywhere. And it's horrible. And you never seem to be making any progress.

And you stand there, covered from head to toe in the vile goop, with your tiny scrubbing brush in your tired hand and you think, "Why the hell am I doing this?!"

But every drop of oil you take away makes the beach cleaner, and yes, it is worth it in the end. The birds do come back.

I've still got some way to go, but there are birds on my beach.