Some of my teachers know my concern. My T knows some of it. My ethics teacher is the one that I shared some of it with and he is probably going to be the one to do the placements for practicum.
My pastor takes an anti-depressant and knows that I take one. She knows that I am talking to a T. However, she doesn't know how much I think about T.
T knows about how I think about her a lot. She said that she isn't the kind of person that people obsess about and ask me what it is I obsess about her on. I said her words. In a ways, that is the point of a therpuetic relationship. But, it still bothers me.
I used to talk to God in my head. Now, I think I spend more time talking to T in my head than God. I'm not sure I like that. But, God's responses are hard for me to hear. I mean He talks to me sometimes. But it is so quiet that I am not even sure if it is Him or me.
I think God wants me to become a counselor. I think He put this desire in my heart. I think he wants me to work on the things that I have chosen as my goals because they will help me to help others and myself.