For about the first three and a half years of therapy, my life was so difficult for me. Every week was just about surviving until my next session. I didn't have Monday to Sunday weeks, each week was from appointment time until appointment time (really difficult on the occasionally 8 or 9 day week, and particularly the dreaded 14+ day week). I'm not sure that it was a bad thing for me. It kept me going when not much else could have. It was really only after four years and finally living in a better environment that my weeks became less about holding on and only living for my appointments.

One reason that I think I struggled in this way so much is because I have always had trouble holding onto the relationship. For me it existed only within 50 minutes each week. Contact with my therapist made everything better. I guess it depends on what you want to get out of therapy, but I think often feelings like that occur for important reasons. And no, you're definitely not the only one. But I think it highlights the need of getting to a place in life with multiple sources of enjoyment and support.