So, I know there will be ups and downs after terminating therapy.

My overall feeling is that I'm grateful, that I'm lucky, that even though things didn't turn out how we expected, it's okay. That this is the strange turn my journey took, and that it happened for a reason.

But I'm sad today...my last session was on Friday, and then it was the weekend, and now that it's Monday it just feel strange to not have any more sessions scheduled...ever.

I wrote a blog post about terminating therapy, and I'm going to mail it to T along with the check for last week (things were too emotional in session to do business, and T told me to just mail it to him whenever). I'm happy that he will read it.

And I'm going to start an art project this week that I want to make for T, and that I told him I was going to give him so we could both have a piece of our connection to hang onto.

So. I'm just a little sad. And also fine. I'm taking my boys to the pool with their friends and my friends today, and that's pretty much a cure for anything.

Life goes on