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I crawled in there on my hands and knees in a total state of crisis. I thought "three months tops" and I'll feel better.

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I can sooooo related to what you said. I too crawled in therapy in a total state of crisis. I did not know or understand what was happening to me. I also thought a few months in therapy and I'd be back on my feet.

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It's like those poor birds caught in oil slicks. They are covered in black slime and cannot lift their wings to fly.

And the birds have no choice, the oil slick just shows up one day and bam...they're stuck in it drowning unless someone helps scrub off the oil.

I had no control once the oil slick consumed me but I was thankful to have T there to help scrub my wings/petals

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Petunia, you are gifted with "words". I can again soooooo relate to how you explained the "oil slick, being stuck and drowning" I am just so happy you found such a good T. And that he helped clean your wings/petals..

I was not as fortunate. After 7 years, which I am ashamed to admit it took that long, I crawled out of therapy weighed down "with oil slick" wanting to die. By his digging, he only added more weight to what I already was carrying. I think my "wings" were clipped, because I have not been able to fly again.