Sometimes I feel guilty for liking therapy. Like maybe I don't need it so much if I enjoy it. Maybe if I didn't like my therapist so much, I'd feel more motivated to make a friend and I would be "cured".

I do like it a lot, though. I've had disappointing sessions, but nothing traumatic. I've never not wanted to go. Many of my sessions are pretty light-hearted, it seems. I do feel like I learn something from each one, but they no longer feel like life-and-death necessities.

But I can't let go. I'm afraid I'd quickly turn into the robot I used to be. It was horrible not being rooted to anyone or anything. And it would be extra horrible going back, now that I know how it feels to be attached.

So for me, I am not so unabashedly happy about my happiness. But it is refreshing to see that someone else is.