there is an old adage that "when the student is ready, the master will appear".

It's funny the things we end up holding onto from therapy, life, people, even long after they are gone.

Sometimes I think the master doesn't appear until after the student has left them.

The journey of recovery/overcoming continues long after therapy ends.

I can't recall from your posts what transpired between you and your therapist, but it is a tribute to you and your essential resillience that you are holding onto the good the good that happened, and letting the bad fall away.

I found the king's speech to be a fantastic movie. Inspiring, and my therapist also noted that he saw a lot of the king in me. I, of course, corrected him that I was more of a queen. To which he replied, indeed the queen and shook his head.

Even though I deflected the compliment, like you, it stuck with me. The good ones have tremendous faith in the healing capacity of the human spirit, and recognize our desire to tap into that capacity.

They help us to do that, although so many times, both parties stumble and fumble along the way.

Recovery is so much a human endeavor. Frought with all kinds of pitfalls and road blocks, but somehow we make it.