I am wondering how I will know when I have finally reached the end in the sharing of my memories in therapy/journaling. Has anyone ever made it to the "end"? I just feel like I will always be in therapy, especially when my t says that we have just begun and I have been going to see her for 5 months. I am having to scale back on work just to get enough time gathered for therapy and pdoc appointments. This abuse stuff sucks!
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