I have had quite a difficult week all in all, having to deal with a lot of stress, some deeply inconsiderate people and the usual OCD battles. Despite this I continue to see improvement in my condition for which I am so grateful. After such a week however, I had so much to talk with my therapist about, and also I wanted to discuss in greater depth my feelings of missing him between sessions and how I am dreading the end of therapy in a couple of months time. Before I knew it the session was over and I was back out on the street with my head swimming with all the stuff I wished I had said, and now I am sitting here in floods of tears. I held back my tears a couple of times in the session and I wish I hadn't. Sometimes I despise time!