Perhaps, it's time to end this dance with my T.

We're at that point where it doesn't really make sense any more- she's acknowledged it as well. She's left it up to me though- I'm to tell her on my next session whether or not I'd like to keep going.

Before, I'd get these ridiculous anxiety attacks thinking about what to say, what to do, opening up parts of myself.
Now, I just show up.
I never really had set goals per se with T, but I've seen life improve.
Just got to stay on my meds- which shouldn't be a problem. I don't like the person I am without them.
We've tread lightly, we've danced out of rhythm, we've rewritten the beats....
She led, I a silent partner until it became equal.
Is this the end of our staccato? Should it be?

My safe place... is now with T. When I need to think, I imagine myself in that room...