I'm letting go of, and losing, so much...

In four weeks I will have my last appointment with my therapist, confidant, mentor, and friend. He is moving to another state to have some pretty cool new adventures in life. I'm happy for him.

I'm sad for me right now. It will be a HUGE change. Not only will I no longer see him, I will be ending therapy altogether. This is something I'm ready to do, and want to do. It doesn't mean it's not mind-boggling, and even a bit frightening, though.

I've achieved the healing I've sought, and will be laying down so much. When we have our last visit, it will be the end of so much more than therapy.

I will be "laying down" my past, grabbing hold of my present, and reaching for my future. I'm not even close to the same person that walked into his door. I have found an understanding in myself that I never dreamt I'd find. I have found an existence that resembles "healthy". The fear that could paralyze me is literally no more. I achieved more than was in my comprehension as possible.

Even though I'm so grateful for the healing and successes in therapy, I'm incredibly sad to see it end.

More than anything, though, I feel such a blessing that he's been in my life. My time there literally saved my quality of life. HE literally saved my quality of life.

Whenever the questions comes to any of our minds, "Are there really good t's out there?" or "Does healing ever come?" I can answer that with one word...YES.

KD