So, I had this odd thought combination as I was eating dinner tonight...
I've been thinking a lot about what it will be like when therapy comes to an end yet I find myself wishing I had weekly sessions with t.

At our one year mark in August, t admitted she didn't think I would be there for an entire year and I told her I thought I would be there for at least year... because I knew how much baggage I had. Lately I feel like I've been having those leaps and bounds in progress which is both exciting and terrifying....I want to see t more and I feel like I may be racing toward fewer sessions and eventually being done.... It is just... odd...