I love this.

My first weekend after ending therapy, I cried at the strangest moments. Standing at the grocery store, having a conversation with H, watching TV. Because it's just really SAD. It's grief. It hurts.

It helped me to remember that it was ALL true...all of the healing I did was still real, all of the care that flowed between me and T really did happen, all of the sadness totally made sense. All of that, and more. It felt so complicated and multi-layered and I bounced around from gratitude to happiness to sadness to gut-wrenching grief, and sometimes they were all there at the same time.

What you wrote in your post yesterday...therapy worked!...is true. And so is this.

Be gentle with yourself. Do things that make you happy, let yourself rest when you need to. You deserve that.