bp: Thank you very much for taking the time to write all that for me.Oh, good. I can get the icons now. It makes me feel that you care about me, too. You're right but it's hard to see it. For some reason, I'm crying now. Therapy is bittersweet for me because it's so hard to give up my "dreams". My T is trying to help me but it just hurts an awful lot, especially knowing it's going to end.

It hurts to realize that I can't use her to tell all the everyday happenings to. When I do, I waste too much time in my session. But if I can't email it, I want to tell her. It really triggers me when I realize she's not interested in all of my daily life. Only my Mom was. I've told her that before but I can't get past the fact that my T is not a substitute for my Mom. I never had a sister, and there's no one who wants to hear everything. I can't even email her when it hurts. I have to be an adult. Maybe I should try the visualization of being in the womb again, since T says it will build new neural pathways. Even if I don't totally believe it, maybe it will work. It can't hurt.