I'm in a similar stage and I relate, although it's not because the depression has lifted. I think it's because I've realised all the thing I'm not and will never be to my therapist. I always knew in my head, but now because of the ruptures that have happened between us, I really realise how easy she would be to lose. She doesn't seem to understand why all the grief and worry is coming up now, but I thought I was going in for my last 50 minute session very suddenly, so I don't see how it would not be coming up right now. My T has supported my attachment and helped me use it to my benefit, but now she has said things that are along the lines of what you've heard from your T, I think. She's told me she wouldn't save me in a life threatening situation (like a parent would for a child). Er, thanks T, nice. She's said "You're not my baby"...yes, also, got that T, thanks. And she doesn't seem to understand that even letting go when I'm "ready" is never going to be okay. I really don't think she gets what it is like to have this sort of care from just one person, to really feel attached, and then to lose that person so completely. Scary. I'm not really sure how it ever becomes okay. I only know how much it hurts right now. She also said this week "you need friends" but friends aren't going to fill this particular need.