I've kind of been through three phases of therapy. My first was during college. I saw the therapist for about three years I guess dealing with dealing with the initial reveal to my parents and general getting through college kind of stuff. I was able to stop therapy before I graduated as that phase of my life was over and I was moving on into "adulthood" and the job world.

I did not go back into therapy for almost a decade. At that point, my first son was reaching an age, although I didn't realize it at the time, that I was initially abused and it set off memories and depression. I worked through that period in my life and stopped therapy when I became pregnant with our second child. Again, I was moving onto a different phase in my life and was able to stop therapy while I moved forward.

I went another decade plus a few years before I decided to start therapy again. That's where I am now. I'm not sure when this phase of therapy will end, but I suspect that it will. The complicating factor this time is that the depression has become more cyclical and chronic than it was when I was younger. The bipolar issues have really kept me having to fight this somewhat on a medical level. It will come and I'll know it when it does. It's always just been a sense that I'm moving into a different phase in my life. I'm hoping that phase will come soon.