Re-thought our entire thought process on what therapy is, the feelings we have, the pain - I mean the entire thing.

What if instead of mourning our pain, and fretting therapy, we chose to celebrate and embrace the entire process, including ourselves.

Honored our road to recovery and grief over our past?

What if we let go of the outcome and plunged headlong into understand and exploring ourselves. What if we decided that exploration was one of the most important things that we will ever do.

Gave ourselves room to be happy where we are. Simply acknowledged that our lives are utterly crazy right now, and we love it.

What would be so wrong about loving our lives just as they are? Joy, pain - the whole confusing, glorious mess that they are.

What if we just accepted our therapist as human, but nonethess, an important and trustworthy soul in our lives. What if we valued their role in our journey instead of fighting them the whole way?

I know if I were climbing Everest (and wow that's what it feels like sometimes), the last thing I would do would be to ignore the Sherpa, rather I would really try to enjoy the view on the way up.