My T has said that it takes a strong person to go through therapy. I didn't realize I was strong.

I would be long off this earth if it weren't for therapy. My T knows some of my deepest crap and still hasn't gotten scared off. T is extremely firm, to the point of annoying sometimes, but at the same time, T is very caring and understanding and patient and provides me a safe place to muddle through the crap from my childhood. I'd be lost without T, yet, I know I can survive on my own, cause I've done it my whole life. T makes everything more tolerable, even the painful moments are easier to handle with T.

Painful? Yes. Hard? Yes. Leaves me feeling like a mess? Sometimes. Costly? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely.