I think in this case I benefit from having worked so hard on my anxiety. I am now skilled at realizing when I am being irrational. (Ever hear of anyone dying from fear of being at Sears? No? Didn't think so. )

When I start thinking that I am wasting T's time, I go back to trying to think rationally. Is he a therapist because he hates hearing about people's problems? No, probably not. Am I beyond help? Certainly not. Am I at the point where I have to try something new in order to get new results? Yes, yes I am. Am I just going to have to take a leap of faith sometimes? Yeah, I think I am. Does trying new ways of interacting with T have a payoff? Yes, it always has thus far.

I don't quiet the voice. I just decide other things are more important and act accordingly.